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English parked outside Caitlyn’s apartment and stared up at her window. He hated that he wasn’t in there with her, comforting her. Helping her to feel better.
He sighed. It wasn’t a shock that she hated him, but he still felt like an asshole. An asshole who needed advice.
He scrolled through his contacts and found the only person who could actually help him. English glanced at the clock, but it didn’t really matter what time it was. He needed the help.
“Yo,” Jack said as a greeting.
“I need some help.”
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, his tone on edge and ready to do whatever it took to help.
That was what English loved about his team. They were always there for each other. “I f****d up with Caitlyn. We found her friend’s body. It was dumped. Do you think Pilar would be willing to tal
