*Zac*
Okay I feel a bit like a scared dog, wanting to run with my tail between my legs. I am simply too tired to take the long complicated talk with Astrid tonight, but I am still in her car, on our way to her house. I know, I will need to take the rest of the talk, but maybe it would be best for both of us to have another day or two to let it all sink in.
My phone suddenly rings and it is Jensen, so I pick it up,knowing she would only call it it’simportant. “Zac here, what is it ?”
“So your robbery friend got an address texted to him and we just had a 911 call from that address … a robbery”. She says.
“That’s our crew”. I look at Astrid who slows down, clearly ready to turn or whatever way we need to go. “What’s the address ?”
She gives me the street and house number, and I repeat th
