Chapter 15: Leaking Information
John and Caitie had grown very fond of each other. He wasn't too mad about Caitie trying to kill him.
Caitie loved his sense of humor, and his comical personality. Even her son had taken a liking to him.
John knew a few simple magic tricks, like pulling a coin out of your ear, that he would show little
Jaime, and Jaime loved them.
Within a few days, Caitie could really see a true and pure nature in John, and she began to trust him
more than she'd trusted anyone in her entire life. And the fact he was a martial arts expert helped as
well.
Whenever Jaime was working John would stay with Caitie and her son, and he was pleased to be
given a cooking break. He loved Caitie's cooking.
Caitie and John became really good friends, and he respected Her and Jaime Waite's relationship.
John had developed a crush on Caitie, but he could see the connection the two shared, and he
wasn't going to mess with that.
Four days after Caitie had tried to run away, her and Jaime had become exceptionally close again.
She finally agreed to a date with him. It took them about ten minutes to get out of the house. She
kept asking John if he was sure he would be O.K with Jaime, and Jaime if he was O.K with her
going out. But Jaime seemed to be fine. And when they left, Jaime and John were sitting down
watching a Disney movie together.
"In bed by nine! Brush your teeth. Don't forget your bath, and keep all the doors and windows
locked." She screamed into the living room as Jaime pulled her out the door.
"Caitie, there going to be fine." He told her. She looked at him a little UN-surely, but when he kissed
her, her nerves calmed down, and they got in his car to begin the evening.
They weren't aware of the person watching from across the street with an angry glare. She turned
and walked into her house and dialed information. "Kingsport. Roth residence." As she was
connected to Caitie's mother's home, she thought of what she would say.
"Hello." A sweet older women answered.
"Hello, Mrs. Roth?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Hello, I'm a friend of your daughters here in Las Vegas."
"Las Vegas? Caitie? Is she O.K? How's she doing?"
"Oh, she's fine. Why wouldn't she be O.K?"
"Oh. UM, I don't know. I just haven't heard from her. She won
John and Caitie had grown very fond of each other. He wasn't too mad about Caitie trying to kill him.
Caitie loved his sense of humor, and his comical personality. Even her son had taken a liking to him.
John knew a few simple magic tricks, like pulling a coin out of your ear, that he would show little
Jaime, and Jaime loved them.
Within a few days, Caitie could really see a true and pure nature in John, and she began to trust him
more than she'd trusted anyone in her entire life. And the fact he was a martial arts expert helped as
well.
Whenever Jaime was working John would stay with Caitie and her son, and he was pleased to be
given a cooking break. He loved Caitie's cooking.
Caitie and John became really good friends, and he respected Her and Jaime Waite's relationship.
John had developed a crush on Caitie, but he could see the connection the two shared, and he
wasn't going to mess with that.
Four days after Caitie had tried to run away, her and Jaime had become exceptionally close again.
She finally agreed to a date with him. It took them about ten minutes to get out of the house. She
kept asking John if he was sure he would be O.K with Jaime, and Jaime if he was O.K with her
going out. But Jaime seemed to be fine. And when they left, Jaime and John were sitting down
watching a Disney movie together.
"In bed by nine! Brush your teeth. Don't forget your bath, and keep all the doors and windows
locked." She screamed into the living room as Jaime pulled her out the door.
"Caitie, there going to be fine." He told her. She looked at him a little UN-surely, but when he kissed
her, her nerves calmed down, and they got in his car to begin the evening.
They weren't aware of the person watching from across the street with an angry glare. She turned
and walked into her house and dialed information. "Kingsport. Roth residence." As she was
connected to Caitie's mother's home, she thought of what she would say.
"Hello." A sweet older women answered.
"Hello, Mrs. Roth?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Hello, I'm a friend of your daughters here in Las Vegas."
"Las Vegas? Caitie? Is she O.K? How's she doing?"
"Oh, she's fine. Why wouldn't she be O.K?"
"Oh. UM, I don't know. I just haven't heard from her. She won