Tell me whats going on eric why are the police

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Tell me what’s going on, Eric. Why are the police involved?” “I don’t know where they got their information, but they think the person who murdered Paul kidnapped Faith.” He shot her a glance. “I didn’t kidnap her.” “Yeah, I know. But they don’t.” Eric paused. “There’s more.” A hard knot of dread formed in Sam’s stomach. “What else?” “It took a little bit of digging, but I found the owner of Marganis Pharmaceuticals.” “Well, then. Don’t keep me in suspense.” “I traced the company back to Thom Nicholas. Sound familiar?” “Tomaz.” The knot of dread turned into a two-ton weight, twisting and turning until he thought he’d double over from the pain. Why had he not seen this before? He’d known Richardson had been involved in some bad dealings, but this new information took it to another level. He’d been involved with a ruthless demon that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. In this case, he wanted the formula Richardson had created. A formula with very sinister implications.
“Where are you headed?” Eric asked, his tone soft. “We’re in New Jersey right now. These guys don’t give up.” “And they aren’t going to. They think she has the formula, and they want it. Sam, you’d be better off turning around and coming back. We could help you.” “No.” He tightened his grip on the wheel, pressed down a little harder on the gas pedal. The scenery flew by. “Where is he, Eric?” “Going after him yourself isn’t a good idea.” “Save the righteousness for someone who cares. Tell me where he is, or I’ll rip your throat out the next time I see you.” Used to Sam’s threats, Eric laughed. “I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with Ellie’s wrath if you did something that stupid and impulsive. Trust me. Right now is not a good time to piss her off. Stay somewhere out of the way. I’ll come down and help you. We’ll take care of this together.” “No. Tell me where he is .” Aggravation, anger welled inside him, driving him to the breaking point. Destroying Tomaz, after all these years, was something he needed to do on his own. He wouldn’t put Eric’s life at risk. Eric let out a resigned sigh. “Georgia. In a little town in the mountains near a place called Clayton. If you give me another couple hours, I can get you directions.” “Yeah. Fine. Let me know when you have an exact location.” He disconnected the call before Eric could again make his offer of unwanted assistance. Sam wouldn’t involve anyone else in this mess. If he got himself killed, so be it. But he wouldn’t allow anything to happen to a man he considered family as much as friend. He turned to the right, steered the car onto another quiet back road. For the rest of the journey they would have to avoid the main roads, lessening their chances of running into the police. With no back window, his car would arouse speculation—which would lead to all kinds of problems. Better to drive an extra hour or two than to risk Faith’s life, and maybe his own.

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