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I could feel the air slowly escaping as my brain tried to place whose face the hand belonged to. I was certain I was going to pass out as the voices around me seemed to be blending into echoes and my vision was blurring away.

"You stole my fucking money." The voice clicked to me. It belonged to Dan, "thank God you kept your fucking location on, I don't know how I would have found you." If he thought killing me was a way to get his money back, he was fucking wrong and would likely end up in jail for the actions he was currently taking.

"Let her go!" I heard a voice bark before the oxygen was all of a sudden restored to me. I took loud gasps for air, coughing and feeling a burn in my throat.

"Are you okay?" Frank asked me, holding me to support my balance and keep me from falling off my feet.

A tran of security men had swarmed up nesude us by now and they were holding Dan, taking him put of the mall without listening to what he had to say.