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The Return of Digger: Chapter 2

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~Jordan's POV~

I drove around for a few minutes and found myself at Pogue. I parked and rested my head on the steering wheel. After taking a couple of deep breaths I sat up again.

I grabbed my cell phone off the seat and hit number two on the speed dial.

"Hoyt."

"Hi." I said, not trusting myself to say anything else because my voice was still shaking.

"Jordan? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Woody asked me.

"Nothing. I mean, I'm okay. I'm not hurt." I replied, still trying to steady my voice.

"Where are you?" he questioned.

"Dad's bar." I told him.

"I'll see you in a few minutes, Jordan. Don't go anywhere."

I hung up and just sat there, staring out the window. Not even five minutes after I had hung up, Woody's car pulled up.

~Woody's POV~

I could see Jordan sitting there in her vehicle. I jumped out of my car and walked over to her.

Right as I got there, Jordan got out and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I could hear her crying softly as I returned the hug.

~Jordan's POV~

Damn. I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

I just clung to Woody's neck for dear life. Which is kind of ironic, considering that the reason I called him in the first place was to spill everything that Digger had done to me. Trying to kill me by burying me alive and all.

As I pulled back I wiped off my face with my hand.

I walked inside, Woody following closely.

Instead of sitting at the bar, I chose a small, semi-private table towards the back.

As soon as I we sat down, Woody looked at me and asked, "What's going on, Jordan?"

I took a deep breath and started telling him everything.

"Okay, a little over a year ago, there was this case. The guy would dig up dead people and then kidnap women and bury them in the empty coffins. Alive. I was working with Garret and Special Agent Drew Haley from the FBI when I figured out who it was."

Dad came over to get our drink orders. He obviously figured out that we needed some privacy because he gave me this what's going on? look that dads so often use.

When he finally left, I continued my story.

"Anyways, well I was… investigating, Digger -- as we called him-- found out that I was the one on his trail. So I became his next victim." I took a deep breath and continued. "The reason I called you was because Agent Haley came by the morgue earlier to inform me that Digger had escaped from prison. He and Garret want to put me in the Witness Protection Program until they find Digger."

For nearly a full minuet Woody didn't say anything, he just leaned on the table with his head in his hands. Finally, I heard him ask, "Why didn't you tell me this before, Jordan?"

I opened my mouth to answer but no words came out. I thought for a moment and tried again. "I didn't have a reason to tell you. I didn't have a reason to tell anyone."

Woody just shook his head in a disbelieving manner and stood up from the table. "What is it you want from me Jordan?" he asked.

"I… I don't know…" I trailed off. What was it that I wanted from him? Protection from Digger? Well yeah, but I couldn't very well say that…

"Whatever Jordan. I'll see you around."

And with that, Detective Woodrow Hoyt, walked out.

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Well, here's chapter two… I hope you all like it.

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~Chrystyna~

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