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ASHLEY.
"You shouldn't have. " I tell Sinclair as I stare at Darren's body, and he shrugs, moving to stand beside me.
"He was running his mouth, Little Greene. I had to. " He assures, wrapping a hand around my shoulder.
"What are we going to do now?"
"Wait for them to be back. " He grabs hold of my hand, and pulls me to settle on the mattress.
"Who are we waiting for?"
"Vincent, and Lucinda. They went to the station, and they should be here anytime soon. " He says with his eyes on Darren's body, and I nod as I watch him.
"How did you guys figure out? I didn't think it worked. " I say, and Sinclair shakes his head, saying, "It actually did, and it helped a lot. "
The room falls into silence as we watch Darren, and Sinclair suddenly grabs hold of my waist; pulling me to his lap.
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