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“I’ll call Marcel,” said John with determination as the Toyota sped down the highway. He pulled out his cell phone.
Michael kept his eyes fixed on the road, focused anger pushing him. “Good idea. Have some people check out the house, but if it seems like something’s going on, have them wait until we get there to go in.” He spoke distractedly while venom saturated his voice.
“Why?” John asked dubiously.
“Because if they’re stupid enough to stay there, I want them to suffer,” Michael maniacally replied.
With more composure, he said, “And if anyone busts in there, they might bolt. I don’t think they’ll actually hurt Haley. I think they’re just trying to send a message.”
“That’s probably true. If they wanted to hurt her, they probably would have just hurt her,” agreed John.
“It seems like they planned things this way to either lure you into a trap, or because they wanted to kidnap her and wanted you to know about it. Or it could be both.”
“You’re right,” Michael admitted. “We’re probably either walking into an ambush or an empty house. That’s why it’s good that we’ll have some backup. But make sure they wait, because I want to be the one to punish those motherfuckers if it comes to that.”
John presented another possibility. “What if they’re there with her, and they’re hurting her, or it looks like they’re about to?”
Michael’s eyes dilated in bloodlust. He had already considered this. “If that happens, tell them to make fucking sure my wife doesn’t get hurt, above all else. But also have them fuck up whoever else is there, but without killing them if they can. I wanna do that part myself.”
“All right,” John agreed. He let Michael have complete control.
With their plans laid out, he called Marcel.