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Abigail Wyatt gets a contract to assassinate Heath Slater.
Heath had had the distinct feeling that he was being followed; every single hair on the back of his neck was standing up and after whipping around a couple of times trying to see who might be on his tail he gave up and started walking quickly towards his home. He’d had the rare week off and had spent most of his time at the beach with Boodah and doing small things around his beach side apartment.
Fishing the house key out of his pocket he looked over his shoulder trying to find the source of his discomfort. Hearing the lock click open he rushed inside and shut the door; leaning against it for a moment and taking a deep breath before setting his bag of groceries down on the small hall table. Dropping his keys in the bowl there he turned and started locking his doors; making sure each lock was in engaged.
Petting Boodah on the head he moved into the kitchen; his head swivelling around despite knowing that there was no way anyone could be watching him now as he was safe in his own home. Still the feeling of impending doom hung over his head and he bit his lip as he tried to get himself under control.
"How am ah s’posta trust ya when Bray says otherwise! Ah don’t go backstage, ah dunno who hangs out with who!" she shouted back as she led him out to the truck. "Lock him in the cab."
He was tossed unceremoniously into the cab and he called out in a last ditch attempt at freedom. “What about my dog, you can’t leave him here to starve. He’s got no one to take care of him. C’mon please. I swear I’m innocent of any wrong doing. I spend time with myself, maybe Drew when he’s around but other than that I do my job and go back to my hotel.”
He was really grasping at straws at this point and he wasn’t above promising anything to get free.