“I know, I know,” Barry said holding his hands up in front of him. “Just don’t fault me for wanting to spend a little time with my girl.”
“I don’t fault you for that, you goof. However, you need to listen to me. You made a promise to help with this. If you don’t keep this promise then I’m not sure that I can ever trust any of your promises. We promised and I want to help my friend and prevent someone from losing their life. How would you feel seeing her in the paper, knowing her name, knowing that she was dead and you didn’t do anything to stop it, even though you promised that you would? What if it were me you were reading about? How would you feel then, Barry?”
Barry’s eyes became wide as saucers. “You’re right. I didn’t think about that. I guess this person could be someone’s girlfriend. I guess we should get going and at least try. Let’s go.”
Erin smiled. Barry opened the door and let Erin go first. As he turned to close the door, he took one last, lingering look inside the apartment, and smiled at the thought of them being together.
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