The Amazing Marcus Puth

Seventy eight

The police surrounded Johnson, and he held his breath, relaxing his back against the tree, his heart racing with fear. He was sweating despite the cold weather, knowing he was in grave danger.

"Search everywhere for him, he must be close by!" one of the police officers yelled, and his men obeyed, shining their torchlights in every nook and cranny.

"I can't find anything, sir," one of them said, and the chief police officer cursed, "Fuck, we've missed him!" He turned around, his face red with anger and frustration, and barked, "Let's go, team! Drag the dead body!" He remained frozen, hoping to avoid detection, as the police officers dragged the body away.

When he heard the footsteps fade away, he peeked and saw that the police had finally left. He let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor, feeling defeated and lost. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and no idea who to trust at this point in his life.

He pulled out his phone, hoping against hope that Don had sent him