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Her House?

Finally they arrived at their destantion, which was Heather’s house.
Heather: Uh Walsh if we want me hidden, why go to my house?
Walsh: We running low on time and you need your car for um somethings.
Heather: What kind of things?
Walsh: Mrs. Rye that’s not important now.
He only called her that when he was trying to keep his voice from showing a lie.
Heather: What aren’t you telling me? I’m ordering you to tell me now.
Walsh: Get the car.
Heather raised her voice.
Heather: I said, I’m ordering you to tell me now!
Walsh shook his head sadly and looked down.
Walsh: Your father, he and his men, have been…attacked. So we need to leave Florida as soon as possible. By car.
Heather: Oh my god! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
Walsh: I’m sorry I was instructed not to tell you.
Heather: You idiot! Is he okay? What is going on? What happened? Who was it?
Walsh: Mrs. Rye please calm down. We have no complete word of what happened.
Heather: There you go again, stop lying to me and tell the truth!

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