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pulls out a pen and paper You're right, B...we need to be smart about this. Who do you think might've wanted you dead?
Fleming scribbles down names in his notebook Well, there were a few people who had conflicts with B in the past.
scribbling furiously Like who, B? Give me names!
Fleming flips through his notebook, pointing at names There's James Reynolds, the ex-boyfriend who couldn't handle the breakup.
writes down the name And what about that other guy? The one who threatened B backstage?
Fleming tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, deep in thought Ah, yes...Jason Mitchell. He had a history of being possessive and unstable.
writing down the name Okay, B...let's also look into any shady business deals or rivals. Did B have any enemies in the industry?
Flemming's eyes narrow as he thinks There was this one record label executive, Marcus Thompson.
clenches his jaw What about that asshole, Marcus? Didn't he try to screw B over with that contract?
Fleming leans forward, a determined glint in his eyes Yes, Marcus Thompson. He was always trying to control B's career, push his own agenda.
slams fist on the table That son of a bitch! He'll pay for what he did to you, B!
Fleming stands up abruptly, his face filled with rage I'm going to make him regret the day he ever crossed B!
stands up, fists clenched And I'm going to make sure he never forgets the name 'Fantassi'!
Fleming grabs his coat and heads towards the door B...we need to find out where Marcus Thompson is hiding.
grabs his car keys Then let's hit the road, B...time to hunt down that bastard!
Fleming pulls out his phone and dials a number I know someone who can help us track him down.
answers the phone Who's this?
Fleming speaks with urgency Hey, it's me. I need your help.
listens intently Alright, I'm listening. What do you need?
Fleming explains their plan to his friend, gathering all the information they have on Marcus Thompson's whereabouts
hangs up, grinning Got it. Let's roll, B...we're gonna bring that motherfucker down!
Fleming takes a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts B...we need to be careful. Marcus is cunning and won't go down without a fight.
nods Right, B...we'll play it smart. But when we find that son of a bitch, I want to be the one who puts him away!
Fleming clenches his fists, determination burning in his eyes B...I won't rest until justice is served.
clenching his fists I'll tear this city apart if I have to, B...no one hurts my wife and gets away with it!
Fleming takes a deep breath, composing himself B...I know it won't be easy, but we have to stay focused. We can't let anger cloud our judgment.
gripping his gun But I swear, B...when I find the bastard who did this...he'll wish he was never born!
Fleming sits down at a nearby table, taking out a notebook and pen B...let's start by making a list of suspects and potential motives.
pulls out a pen and paper You're right, B...we need to be smart about this. Who do you think might've wanted you dead?
Fleming scribbles down names in his notebook, pointing at each name There's James Reynolds, the ex-boyfriend who couldn't handle the breakup.