"WADE, DAMN IT!" yelled Trevor, walking slowly towards his friend with a tense gait. He looked like he was ready to rip up the first person he met.
When Wade saw him, he hunched slightly at the entrance to the trailer. "Did you do what I asked? Did you find this idiot?" Trevor asked, climbing the stairs. Before Wade could respond, Trevor grabbed his clothes, showing his strength and emotions.
"I tried, Trevor... I really tried! I don't know where he is, but... I know who knows!" Wade defended himself, answering a little fearfully. Trevor's expression changed: it wasn't what he expected to hear, but it was better than nothing.
“what? Who! Who is this?!" - he asked, his eyes flashing menacingly. He liked to bully to get the information he needed.
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Trevor drove along Sandy Shores in his pickup truck, wondering why he always had to do everything by himself. He couldn't believe that Michael was alive and that someone knew about it, but he didn't. But he's serious about finding out.
He arrived at the house of the stranger Wade was talking about. Stopping at the fence, lightly brushing it with the hood, he abruptly jumped out of the car and knocked loudly on the door.
"Knock, knock! Pizza to order! Have you ordered? Yes or no... I don't care! Open up, damn it! And don't pretend you're not there!" - He shouted, waiting for an answer. Trevor was in the mood for a serious conversation and wasn't going to stand on ceremony.