"Now, don't move, Spencer. Make a run for it, and Davin's blood is on your
hands," Roman says once they're out of the service bay. He stops the car
and gets out, whistling an upbeat tune as he rolls down the service bay
doors and locks everything up, dusting off his hands as he surveys his
handiwork with a nod. No one looking at the shop will realize that anything
is amiss, not right away. It just looks like the witch has closed up for
the night, and that's good enough for Roman.
He had removed Davin's cell phone from his pocket when they loaded him into
the car and left it in his toolbox, and he'll be sure to take Sepncer's as
well. He'll have to be extra careful since the witch is fucking a cop, but
he's confident. He's worked far too hard on this plan to mess it up now.
Spencer is still sitting in the passenger seat when Roman returns, and he
gives him a smile before slamming the door shut and heading out of town.
There's a small cluster of unused warehouses that he's and purchased, and
that's where he pulls the car up to. "Come on, Spence. Let's get Davin
inside. He can't be comfortable back there, right?"
Roman and Spencer go back to the trunk and Roman opens it, reaching in to
feel for Davin's pulse, just to be sure. The kid looks a little dead, and
that would really fuck things up. Luckily, it's still ticking, and
Roman hauls him out of the car. He waits for Spencer to pick up his feet,
rolling his eyes slightly at the traumatized look on his face as they drag
the witch inside.
There's a moderately sized room in the middle of one warehouse that Roman
chose thanks to its sunken floor. That's where he leads Spencer, and
Roman's feet splash through a few inches of water as he steps down into the
room. He doesn't explain the reasoning to Spencer, just drags Davin over to
the opposite wall and sits him down in the water, laughing a bit and
reaching out to prop him up against the wall when he lists to the side. The
entire room is empty of all furniture and the floor is covered in two
inches of cool water. He doesn't bother tying them up, not yet. Spencer
won't leave Davin, and once Roman sets up the wards like that witch taught
him, Davin will be just as useless when he wakes up.
"Have a seat!" He exclaims, like Spencer is a guest arriving to a party,
and Roman laughs a little as Spencer shuffles over towards Davin. There's
blood caked to his temple and cheek, running down the side of his neck, but
it's not too much. He isn't bleeding out or anything, and he'll probably
come to soon enough. Yeah, this is really coming together. He'll let them
stew for a bit, he thinks. He'll wait for Davin to wake up, wait for them
to get all worked up, and then he'll come back. Maybe he'll go get some
dinner, grab a drink. People really are so friendly in this town.
"Make yourself comfortable. And, you know, make sure Davin doesn't die or
whatever. I'll be back later."
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"Now, don't move, Spencer. Make a run for it, and Davin's blood is on your hands," Roman says once they're out of the service bay. He stops the car and gets out, whistling an upbeat tune as he rolls down the service bay doors and locks everything up, dusting off his hands as he surveys his handiwork with a nod. No one looking at the shop will realize that anything is amiss, not right away. It just looks like the witch has closed up for the night, and that's good enough for Roman.
He had removed Davin's cell phone from his pocket when they loaded him into the car and left it in his toolbox, and he'll be sure to take Sepncer's as well. He'll have to be extra careful since the witch is fucking a cop, but he's confident. He's worked far too hard on this plan to mess it up now.
Spencer is still sitting in the passenger seat when Roman returns, and he gives him a smile before slamming the door shut and heading out of town. There's a small cluster of unused warehouses that he's and purchased, and that's where he pulls the car up to. "Come on, Spence. Let's get Davin inside. He can't be comfortable back there, right?"
Roman and Spencer go back to the trunk and Roman opens it, reaching in to feel for Davin's pulse, just to be sure. The kid looks a little dead, and that would really fuck things up. Luckily, it's still ticking, and Roman hauls him out of the car. He waits for Spencer to pick up his feet, rolling his eyes slightly at the traumatized look on his face as they drag the witch inside.
There's a moderately sized room in the middle of one warehouse that Roman chose thanks to its sunken floor. That's where he leads Spencer, and Roman's feet splash through a few inches of water as he steps down into the room. He doesn't explain the reasoning to Spencer, just drags Davin over to the opposite wall and sits him down in the water, laughing a bit and reaching out to prop him up against the wall when he lists to the side. The entire room is empty of all furniture and the floor is covered in two inches of cool water. He doesn't bother tying them up, not yet. Spencer won't leave Davin, and once Roman sets up the wards like that witch taught him, Davin will be just as useless when he wakes up.
"Have a seat!" He exclaims, like Spencer is a guest arriving to a party, and Roman laughs a little as Spencer shuffles over towards Davin. There's blood caked to his temple and cheek, running down the side of his neck, but it's not too much. He isn't bleeding out or anything, and he'll probably come to soon enough. Yeah, this is really coming together. He'll let them stew for a bit, he thinks. He'll wait for Davin to wake up, wait for them to get all worked up, and then he'll come back. Maybe he'll go get some dinner, grab a drink. People really are so friendly in this town. "Make yourself comfortable. And, you know, make sure Davin doesn't die or whatever. I'll be back later."