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"Adam, I'm on my way to the jail now. Of course I'm going to see how he's doing."
"He's being an idiot, Joanne. Why the hell didn't he just get Roger and Mimi to a doctor in the first place? He's been really strange lately. Even Roger's worried. Are you sure we can..."
"Of course we can pull out of this, Adam. Mark's pulled out of worse shit than this before."
"You don't understand, Joanne. He's been raving about some bar where Angel is. Angel's been dead for..."
"Angel was my friend too, Adam. You don't have to remind me how long she's been gone."
"Sorry. I'm worried about him, Joanne. I really am. He's been falling apart lately. This is just the straw that broke the camel's back."
"We'll figure it out, Adam. There has to be a logical explanation for everything. Yes, I'm worried about Mark too. There's something wrong about this, something that doesn't fit. I gotta go, I'm at the jail, but listen. Keep things going. Don't let anything out to the press just yet. I'll call you later, bye."
Joanne hung up the phone, just as she walked up to where Mark was being held. In a few moments, she was led into a holding cell and seated. Looking around, she realized that this was certainly not the place Mark really ought to be. It was so barren of anything.
"He's being an idiot, Joanne. Why the hell didn't he just get Roger and Mimi to a doctor in the first place? He's been really strange lately. Even Roger's worried. Are you sure we can..."
"Of course we can pull out of this, Adam. Mark's pulled out of worse shit than this before."
"You don't understand, Joanne. He's been raving about some bar where Angel is. Angel's been dead for..."
"Angel was my friend too, Adam. You don't have to remind me how long she's been gone."
"Sorry. I'm worried about him, Joanne. I really am. He's been falling apart lately. This is just the straw that broke the camel's back."
"We'll figure it out, Adam. There has to be a logical explanation for everything. Yes, I'm worried about Mark too. There's something wrong about this, something that doesn't fit. I gotta go, I'm at the jail, but listen. Keep things going. Don't let anything out to the press just yet. I'll call you later, bye."
Joanne hung up the phone, just as she walked up to where Mark was being held. In a few moments, she was led into a holding cell and seated. Looking around, she realized that this was certainly not the place Mark really ought to be. It was so barren of anything.