Chapter Seven
Paul reached for his gun and put it into his side pocket. He carefully placed his sunglasses onto his face and took a deep breath.
"Time to face the music," he almost chuckled to himself.
Lincoln put his shirt and reached for the key to the room. He would soon be meeting up with Paul, Michael, and Sara. What if Paul knows who tried to kill LJ, he thought. Maybe after this is all over, that person will pay too.
Sara walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the large mirror. Michael watched her hurriedly brush her hair with her fingers and look straight at one spot on the counter.
"Sara," he whispered in a concerned tone. She turned around to face Michael.
"I'm fine," she choked out. "Let's get going." She made her way past Michael's sympathetic gaze and grabbed her bag.
"Alright," he replied, picking up the key to the room and headed towards the door. Sara crossed her arms and looked at the floor as she walked out of the room and outside. Michael locked the door and they began their silent trip to Paul's car. Paul and Lincoln were waiting patiently for them to finish their long treck across the parking lot. They stopped a few feet away when both Michael and Sara looked up. Sara's eyes grew wide as she choked on her breath and pointed one shaky finger at Paul.
"Hello Sara," Paul said.
