Joan was quiet all through the ride, she had been on the run when Dean's car pulled over. The ride to god knows where, was quiet. She sniffed and sobbed, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. “Why were you there?” “Do you mind telling me what's going on?” He responded, sipping from the whiskey bottle on the table.“Its family business.”“Your pride is not important at this point.” Silent, her eyes darted around the minimalist decor in the house, searching for what to focus on “I guess your family would be happy to know where you are, don't you think?”“Are you usually this annoying?” She was forced to ask. “Maybe.” He shrugged. “I don't know what's up, but if you keep it to yourself, I don't think you're going to make it alive next time.” She stared quietly in suspicion. “You just happened to be there at the right time.“Yeah, I had a client around the area.” He replied, massaging his temple. Getting Joan to talk was not going to be as easy as he thought, she
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