Jerome looked behind him to see if anyone was watching him as he followed a path that was surrounded by trees. When he turned his head to face forward, he was grabbed by the shoulders and shoved against the brick wall of the tunnel. He came face to face with a furious Rufus and held his hands up in front of him, quick to begin his explanation. "Okay. Listen. I didn't want Victor to see me or link me with you. That is why I ran. And, to be honest, I thought you were right behind me."

"You're playing me for a fool," the man spat.

"No. No, I just-" He closed his mouth when Rufus pulled a pocketknife out of his pocket and put it to Jerome's throat. His eyes were fearful as he stared at the sharp weapon.

"Come with me." Rufus grabbed Jerome's right wrist tightly and led him under the tunnel and down a concrete path, their steps quick.

Sh*t! Oh, sh*t! He's gonna kill me! Great plan, Nina. Thanks a lot. "I-I can explain."

"Shut up," he said, still dragging him along.

"I was just-"

"I said, 'shut up'!"

Jerome flinched at his monstrous tone. He didn't dare open his mouth again.

When they arrived at a red car that was parked next to the trees, Rufus opened the back door and pulled out some rope. Jerome swallowed, too afraid to even move as the man tied his hands in front of him. He grabbed him by his shirt and shoved him into the backseat.