Lucas
The car came to a stop, and I stepped out, moving closer to the door. I knocked on the door, and it swung open almost immediately, revealing Gary’s face, a flicker of relief in his eyes.
Behind him, hunched and trembling was Samson. The moment he saw me, his composure shattered. He dropped to his knees, his hands clutching my trousers, “Mr. Black, please! You have to help me. They found me. The Smiths… they found me and my family.”
“Samson, get up. Calm down,” I said, “You’re safe here, for now. They won’t be able to do anything to you, not if you cooperate with me.”
He nodded and Gary stepped closer, his brow furrowed with concern. “What are we going to do?”
I ran a hand through my hair, “Right now,” I began, choosing my words carefully, “we don’t know what they have in play
