George was almost to the Madison house (on the property next door, actually), when he suddenly heard a girl's voice yell out "Hey" to him. He turned around, startled, then was tackled to the ground by her. The moment he was pushed, he knew this wasn't a teenage girl, even though she looked like one. No, whoever this was had to be an adult, probably a guy. But who was he? And why would he just come out of nowhere and tackle him?
"Now I've got you," the seemingly teenage girl said.
"Let me go! You don't understand. I've got to stop him!" George yelled, looking towards the Madison house. He could see Brick getting out of the truck, holding a shotgun in his hand, and approaching the house with determination.
"Stop who?"
"Brick Harrison," George said, pointing at the man walking towards the house next door.
The "girl" turned to look and then seemed to realize that George was telling the truth, even though the man with the shotgun didn't look anything like Brick.
"I was tracking him here. I've got to stop him. There are innocent people in there."
The "girl" looked back down at him. "Who are you? Because you're certainly not Rex Turner. Not the way you're acting. And Rex is a terrible actor."
"George Stevenson. I'm the warden of John Wilson Penitentiary."
The "girl" stood up and let go of George.
"Now who are you?" George asked.
"Detective Alec Bartlett, LPPD. Now let's go get that son of a bitch."
George stood up and both he and Bartlett made a dash towards the Madison house, just as Brick arrived at the front door.
