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Warning: Mention of physical, emotional and mental abuse; Strong Language

Robbie's POV

"What the hell are you doing here?" Fred grumbled the moment I slammed the door to his SUV, "And why did y-"

"Start driving. We don't have time to chit chat!" I said, hmphing irritably

"You're one to talk! You wasted fifteen damn minutes dragging me and the cops here," Fred complained, giving a furtive look at the cops.

"There is a reason for that! So, where is that jacka*s?" I asked in a low growl, also eyeing the two cop cars behind in the rear-view mirror.

"Here," Fred said, placing his cell phone under my nose and stamping on the accelerator at the same time.

I looked at the location. My eyes widened. No wonder Mr. Olsen is confident that no one will be able to locate him. I grumbled agitatedly,

"The ruined mansion of Emaulsen!"

"What? What's that?" Fred asked while quickly taking his cell phone back to navigate the route and gesturing to the cops to follow his car.

"That's Olsen's paternal hous
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