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Jack heard some laughter in her earpiece.
The team was getting a bit of a show.
She heard something deep in the house. A door opening. Or at least a creaky hinge.
She was kind of amazed that her hearing was still good after all the scolding her mother had done over the years.
Then she heard what sounded a bit like whispers to her.
Or maybe it was behind the door that had just creaked open.
"Get rid of 'em."
Deep enough to be a man.
The sounds died out after that. She wasn't going to give them a chance to retreat back into the room.
She banged on the door again.
"Carly! Come on! I ain't got all day!"
"Go away!"
Ah, signs of life.
"Carly! Just give me the money!" Jack bit into her lip. It was hard not pushing it too much.
She had to get her to the door and then work on getting her outside.
"I'm not feeling well. I don't want to get you-"
"Look, I'm sorry, but Darlene really needs that money you owe her. Can you just come out and talk?"
Jack put a little desperation in her voice, but hopefully not too much.
The frustrated huff that finally answered her?
Jack knew that one like family.
They definitely weren't strangers.
She saw the shadow of Carly before the woman herself.
And when she saw the door move in the frame, she cleared her throat.
The door cracked open, and Jack could see that it was indeed Carly on the other side of the door.
A quick look down told Jack that Carly hadn't brought her son with her.
The look in Carly's eyes was hard, but she also looked exhausted.
"Look, I don't owe Darlene anything. She was the one who borrowed from me last time. So you should just go, okay?"
"What?" Jack pulled back frowning like Carly was trying to sell her ocean front property in Arizona. "That's not what she said."
Her mind was working overtime.
This wasn't the kind of 'sting' she'd done before. Busting 'johns' on the hunt for cheap sex? Sure.
