GUYS, I submitted a question by Google for Woody to answer on Argyle Chat (a podcast) and he answered it! I asked if Bastille would go tour in China and he said they intend to and I started crying tears of joy because I got noticed. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Dan's POV
"Go, go, go!" I yelled over the airport noises, sprinting with my luggage as we ran through the terminal.
"I'll cut her off!" Riki ran out of the terminal, going to the right, probably where the exits were.
"Charlie, Alicia, go follow Riki," Crystal ordered as we branched off into different directions.
"I'm so out of shape," I mumbled as we ran to the United Airlines terminal, seeing loads of people piling out of the doors.
"I don't see her," Crystal glanced up at me. "You think she got a good head start?"
"I dunno," I looked into the crowd of people. "Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Check all the women, now," I told the Canadian detective, running up to one of the passengers to check her.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" her sharp, Southern accent pierced my ear drums.
"There's a suspect of my homicide investigation who was on your flight," I paused briefly before touching her hair, tugging it lightly to see if it was legitimate hair or a wig.
"Oh I see," she realized, easing her shoulders down as she let me concentrate on her features. "Is that the woman you're looking for?" she pointed to another passenger, walking away to the exits.
"Crystal!"
"On it!" my foreign partner ran after the woman.
"Please tell one of those
F. B. I. men if you've seen the suspect we're looking for, her name is Hannah Ross, and she's a very dangerous person," I hastily explained.
"Oh dear," she pushed a strand of dark hair from her black and blonde coloured style. "Good luck."
"Thank you," I nodded with a straight face.
"Dan!"
"Crystal?" I turned around.
"Wasn't her," she shook her head as she panted in slight exhaustion. "Any luck here?"
I sighed. "No," glancing at the F. B. I., who were searching the other passengers. "I just finished searching that Southern woman."
"Wait, what?!" Crystal looked at me with panicked eyes. "Did she talk like this?!" the detective mimicked a southern accent.
"Umm, yes?" I backed up.
"You fucking idiot!" she slapped me.
"What?!" I demanded to know why she was acting like this.
"Remember that waitress in the restaurant?! Her southern accent?!"
"Oh shit!!!" I realized my mistake, on instinct, glancing behind me. 'Dan, you fucking idiot!'
"I'm calling Riki, Crystal dialled her friend's number.
"I'll go find the others," I ran in the direction of the exit.
"Meet me at the Avis car rental shuttle!" Crystal yelled over the crowd. 'Alright, I shall.'
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Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)
Mystery / Thriller(READ "BLAME: BOOK 1" TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS SEQUEL.) It's been a year since the Nightmare Murders, and Woody is still bedridden, trapped within the grasp of a coma. Meanwhile, Dan's leg had healed, and he was getting his career back on track aft...
