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sunlight. “I always thought if he had to die it
would be over something more dramatic but I guess he didn’t deserve
it. He wasn’t exactly an interesting man,”
Carl thought
it was an odd thing to say but he didn’t have time to mull it over
because he suddenly caught something out the corner of his eye. It
was a shape, a fleeting movement. He sat bolt upright and
immediately put his hand on his gun.
    “ What’s wrong?” Anna was worried. “Is someone here?”
    “ Shhhh…. Stay there…”
But Anna
didn’t want to stay there. In a panic she grabbed her coat and ran
into the bathroom slamming the door shut. She sat on the floor and
doubted her minimal weight would be able to keep the door closed if
an intruder attempted to open it.
She tried to
hear what was happening but all she heard were the muffled
footsteps of Carl as he edged his way to the window. Then silence…
It seemed to last forever. A thousand scenarios ran through her
head as she worried about what could possibly be happening. Was it
just Carl’s paranoia? Or was someone actually there? Someone
dangerous… But her questions were answered when she heard two
popping sounds that could have only been bullet’s travelling
through a silencer, then the sound of a body falling onto the
venetian blinds… and then the floor.
She felt
incapacitated with fear. She never was any good in a crisis.
Creaking the door open gently she looked for signs of a body but
all she could see was the back of Carl as he stood cautiously next
to the window. As she got up she finally saw it. Obscured by the
bed and lying lifeless in a heap was a body. She screamed and
reeled back, jumping on the bed.
    “ Be quiet!” Carl barked.
She instantly
shut up and sat shaking in her coat.
    “ Who is that?” she whispered ever so quietly as if talking to
herself.
    “ This,” Carl pointed his gun to the ground. “This is
trouble….”
She could see
the redness in his cheeks and hear the panic in his voice. His eyes
were wide with worry and he was losing his calm demeanour. He began
to pace nervously with his gun still in his hand. Every minute or
so he’d look through the blinds into the parking lot as if he
thought someone would arrive any second.
    “ Are there more of them comin?” Anna asked
innocently.
    “ Fuck I don’t know. Fuck. FUCK!” he paced even quicker and in a
frenzy of panic began to kick frantically at the dresser. The TV
toppled and fell to the ground. Smashed pieces of screen glittered
all over the carpet.
Anna wanted to
run straight back to the bathroom but couldn’t move. She just sat
there huddled and shaking with tears in her eyes. Carl looked to
her and saw the fear in her eyes. He could smell her sweat, feel
her fragility
    “ Right. Quick. Move. Into the car,” he ordered.
Carl grabbed
his backpack then his dog tags and hurried out the room while
dragging Anna by her coat sleeves. As they climbed in the SUV Anna
hadn’t even closed her door properly before Carl had begun to drive
away. He pulled out quickly onto the freeway and sped as fast as he
could out of Chicago.

CHAPTER 6
    “ Shit! You’re supposed to be dead, shit!” Carl was so angry as
he drove that Anna was petrified he’d start head butting the
steering wheel.
    “ What are you saying?” she whimpered.
    “ You were supposed to die! You were meant to die too…. I wasn’t
supposed to leave a witness!”
    “ Is that why they came to the motel?”
    “ I think so….I mean yeah! Of course! Why else would Lucas be
there? I knew there was something weird about that kid…knew he
couldn’t be trusted,”
    “ Who’s Lucas?”
    “ Just one of the Don’s boys, a foot soldier,”
    “ What are we gonna do?”
    “ Be quiet….just let me think….” and they drove in silence for a
few miles until Carl could regain his breath.
    “ Thank you…” a timid little whisper suddenly came from the
passenger seat.
Carl looked
over to see if he’d heard right. “What?”
    “ Thank