Famer's Story writing debate Round#3 TUF V.S. REN

I couldn't believe her number was still in my contacts list. Once I was on the street, I opened it and found her name almost immediately -- Angelica Rodriguez. I dialed, and hurriedly walked east toward the train with the phone pressed against my ear.Voicemail.I hung up and redialed. My breath was uncharacteristically heavy -- I was tired. I was getting really tired."Hello?" Her voice drifted into my ear like sweet pink smoke. "Angelica." I remembered how pretty she is."Colt?! Diosmio, it's been forever! How are you??" she exclaimed. I wanted to appreciate how happy she was to hear from me."Look, Angelica. You know where--" I began, but she cut me off:"Look, it's great to hear from you, but I'm at work -- but, how about we get together some--" but, then, I cut her off:"No, Angelica, it's an emergency. Listen. Do you know where Daniel Moza is? Where he lives, whatever?"Silence.I hear her tell someone in the background that she'll be right back."What do you want with him?" she asked, finally. "You got into trouble? He's only more trouble," she warned."I knew it! You still talk to him every now and then, don't you??" I exclaimed."Yeah, every now and then, so what? What's going on, Colt?" she inquired cautiously."Someone... someone took my baby girl. Three men did, and he was one of them. I need you to tell me where he lives," I stated bluntly.Silence, again.Finally: "Oh my God, are you serious?" she sounded scared.I heaved impatiently into the phone, standing in front of the subway. "Yes, Angelica. I need you to tell me, now, where he lives.""I don't... I can't..." she began, sounding desperate. Then, finally, "372 Ten Eyck Street, in Bushwick." Then, she hung up.I just stood there. For one, I was at the wrong subway. But, more importantly, I had a lead. A big lead. Now, I had a decision to make. I could include Mark, especially considering that he sent me in this direction in the first place. Or, I can keep the douche out of it, because I hate his ugly face.A large vehicle on the street honked nearby and I jumped, but paid it no mind, still frozen in time."Hey!" someone called out, and I turned. It was Mark in his black Explorer. "Still don't know where to start?" he called to me. I walked over."I know exactly where to start. You coming?" I asked him through the passenger-side window."Hop in," he replied. As we were merging onto the BQE, Mark asked, "So, how did you find his address?""You know Manuel's little sister, Angelica?" I countered."Yeah... a real cutie, two years younger than us," Mark replied."Right... she ended up going to SUNY and I ran into her once while I was working in Downtown Brooklyn. We got to talking and whatever, and stayed in touch every so often," I explained."So what?" asked Mark."Well, one of the things she told me was that she had a fling with Moza when she was a senior. Lasted a couple of years on and off, until the drugs and legal problems just got to much and she cut him off," I continued."Uh-hmm," said Mark with a hint of judgement."Yeah, well, you know how girls are. You have sex with them too much, and they will keep tabs on you forever. So, I figured she at least knows where he lives," I concluded."Well, I'll be damned," said Mark. "Yeah," I replied."You sure we can trust her, though?" asked Mark."I don't even know if I can trust you. So, I guess we're just gonna have to find out," I concluded.Mark exited the highway.