SAMANTHA’S POV

"Mr. Garfield was found dead in his house downtown," I said the words slowly like they were too heavy, heck! They were.

Lucas' face remained cold and stoic. But, he was close enough for me to see his vein pulse harder, "What are you thinking?"

He sighed, "That bastard got to…to,"

"Mr Garfield…" I chipped in.

He nodded, "Mr. Garfield first that bastard killed him to cover his tracks. And from what you just said, he knows you've laid eyes on those documents,"

My head felt woozy as if I would collapse any moment. "I don't want to die," I said out of reflex. The situation was getting so scary and just a little hitch and I'll be six feet below.

"I swear by my life Pumpkin nothing would happen to you," Lucas gritted through clenched teeth, "Not on my watch. We have to go and retrieve those documents from your house,"

I nodded frantically, "Yes please let's go," I stood up and Lucas slipped his hands over mine.

We got to the car and drove straight to the house. "What the fuck!" I cried when