"Don't worry. I'll catch her," he said calmly.
"YOU'D BETTER, YOU PIECE OF s**t!!!!!!!!" A slam came from the phone.
Whoever that was had hung up.
"Damn," he swore. He put the phone in his pocket and continued down the street.
I sighed. I have to alert the others. Someones after me. I ran down the street back toward the cafe.
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