Jack stares you in the eye, and what he finds there must be very befuddling for him because he doesn't seem to know what to do with it. You're expressing little emotion because he's so off base, he'll make a fool of himself if he keeps pressing this.
"I came here to let you know your time getting away with this is up," he says, taking a step back.
"Are you sure you didn't come here because the police didn't take you seriously as they know your accusation is ridiculous?" you ask him.
"If I see you near my house or my daughter, you're going to be in for a nasty surprise," he says, then storms off.
Your next-door neighbor, Mrs. Gregson, walks up to the fence between your houses. "Do you want me to call the police for you? He sounded very aggressive."
"That's all right, Mrs. Gregson," you tell her. "I think he just realized how foolish he was being."
After you've recovered from that confrontation some, a honk on a horn outside your house gives you palpitations. Fortunately, it's just Addy, though you don't know why they're here.
"I texted you like, five times," they say.
"Sorry, I was busy being harassed by Ashley's dad."
"What? What's that tool want with you?" they ask. "You can tell me on the way."
You've clearly missed something. "The way to what?"
"Diego's house," they say. "We've got to figure out how to get a crowd over at Shelby's tonight."
You think it's a joke at first because of how much they laughed at the idea last night, but they're dead serious.
"He has answers about shady stuff going down on Burbridge. We owe it to Anuja. Get in the car."
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