text: [Themes: modern, serious]
  
  "Aren't you worried the police will find out you killed Ryan?" You ask Westfield hoping to get his confusion of planning a murder.
  
  "I thought it was obvious that I decided what the police do, granted there's some people like Northcutt who I can't control but they won't able to make a difference, the cops will never get anywhere trying to solve that murder just like they won't get anywhere solving Steve's murder, besides why do you give a shit on whether or not I get caught?" Westfield asks with a hint of suspicion.
  
  "If you get caught that puts me and Victoria in danger and I've been trying since yesterday afternoon to specifically get out of danger."
  
  "Fair enough."
  
  "Ben it's time to go," Victoria insists. The two of you head out of the room and out of the warehouse, fearing any moment Westfield's goons would open fire. Your worries turn out to be for nothing as you're able to get into your car still parked in the front of the main gate.
  
  You quickly start the car and drive off. "Ryan isn't really dead," You reveal to your sister as you exit the chemical plant.
  
  "What do you mean?" Victoria asks in a combination of fear and confusion.
  
  "I went to Ryan's house and explained the situation, we're going back to his house."
  
  "Westfield is going to find out you didn't kill him, we're fucked."
  
  "No we're not, I had a wire, everything Westfield said I got on tape, Ryan is going to make it public and that will be the end of Westfield and his gang."
  
  "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Ben?"
  
  "I wasn't going to kill a man and I sure as hell wasn't to let you become a sex slave, there's a cop named Carla Northcutt who's going to help us, she's the one who told the police that Ryan was dead so I would be able to trick Westfield."
  
  The rest of the drive is silent as Victoria has obvious doubts about this plan and you do as well. When you return to Ryan's house you see a police car in the driveway. You pull up behind it and head to the front door. Before you can ring the bell a women slightly older then you with light brown hair in a bun and matching colored eyes opens the door and points a gun at you and Victoria.
  
  "Who the fuck are you?" The women demands to know.
  
  "I'm Ben Higgins and this is my sister Victoria Higgins," You answer in a serious manor.
  
  Ryan comes running up to the doorway. "Whoa, easy Carla they're our side," he defuses the situation.
  
  Carla lowers her gun. "Sorry, come on in."
  
  "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Victoria yells at Carla.
  
  "I said I was sorry what more do you want?"
  
  "Since yesterday morning, I've had a man who I though loved me sell me to pay off a debt, I've been kidnapped by some gang leader who almost sold into prostitution, my brother has been putting his life on the line all day to rescue me and after surviving all I don't want to die at the hands of some paranoid trigger happy nutjob."
  
  "Both of you cut it out," Ryan breaks up the fight. The four of you head inside Ryan's house as Carla gives a nasty glare to Victoria.
  
  "So do did you get something on tape?" Ryan eagerly asks you.
  
  "Yeah I have it right here," You reply while taking the device off your collar and handing to Ryan.
  
  "Atta boy, I'll load this up to my computer and it'll go public in no time." Ryan says with enthusiasm
  
  "You better have gotten something useful, a lot of good people went along with this plan faking Ryan's death, if Westfield isn't in jail by tomorrow we're all dead, including you," Carla coldly points out to you.
  
  Ryan heads into a den with a desk up against the wall and a very expensive looking computer on it He sits down on a very worn office chair and inserts the device in the computer.
  
  "Aren't you worried the police will find out you killed Ryan?" You ask Westfield hoping to get his confusion of planning a murder.
  
  "I thought it was obvious that I decided what the police do, granted there's some people like Northcutt who I can't control but they won't able to make a difference, the cops will never get anywhere trying to solve that murder just like they won't get anywhere solving Steve's murder..."
  
  "That was Westfield's voice, he admitted not just to trying to kill Ryan but about the corruption in the police department as well," Carla says in both admiration and shock.
  
  "This is the fucking jackpot, I'll upload this and by tomorrow morning Westfield is going to be in handcuffs and in a week I'm going to be on every major news outlet in the country," Ryan states gleefully.
  
  "Along with half of the force, the words 'law enforcement' might actually mean something in Van Hove," Carla says with a hint of happiness.
  
  "Can we go home now?" Victoria requests as her energy is running low.
  
  "We're not of the woods yet, it's going to be sometime between that recording being up online and Westfield actually being brought down, you two are going to have to lay low for a while because Westfield's thugs are going to come after you in a desperate attempt to stop his downfall," Carla warns.
  
  "Should we check in to a motel?" You ask.
  
  "No after they discover you aren't home, motels are going to be the next place they'll check, I have this place on the edge of town I use for people trying to hide from Westfield since the force won't do shit, you and your sister can hide there until Westfield is arrested.
  
  "What about Ryan?" You wonder.
  
  "I got my own place where I can hide out."
  
  "Ben can I talk to you second?" Victoria requests.
  
  You follow her out into the hallway. "What's wrong Vic?"
  
  "I don't trust these people, that guy Ryan is clearly only interested in becoming famous and now we have helped him get what he wants, we're expendable and that women Carla is deranged, I think it might better if we just left and went home, besides in a few hours this whole thing will be over with anyway."
  
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  "You're right we should get out of here," You agree with Victoria.
  
  Both of you reenter the den. "Thanks for the offer, but we're going to head home." You tell Carla.
  
  "I'm afraid I'm going to have insist, it's way too dangerous to go back there right now," Carla protests.
  
  "Let it go Carla," Ryan steps in.
  
  "Alright but be careful," Carla reluctantly gives in.
  
  You and Victoria leave Ryan's house and get back into your car. "Thanks for agreeing with me, I couldn't stand the idea of spending anymore time with that bitch then I had to," Victoria says to you.
  
  "She was just on edge, as we all are," You defend Carla.
  
  "Please, I saw the way you were looking at her even when she was pointing a gun at us, I can't believe your mind would be focused on girls during a time like this."
  
  "You know it might be easier for me just to return you to Westfield," You tease and Victoria shows a faint smile, at last this nightmare would over. When you arrive home you open the door and head straight for your bed while Victoria heads to hers. You're way too restless to sleep but simply being back in your bed is very comforting. This comforting feeling doesn't last as an hour later one of Westfield's men approaches the window to your bedroom. He aims his gun at you and fires. The bullet goes through the glass and through your head. Victoria hears the gunshot and runs out of the house before the goon can catch her. Tomorrow Westfield will be behind bars, so Victoria won't have to look over her shoulder for very long, your death is not wasted.