I felt someone lightly shake my shoulder, bringing me out of my asleep state. I slowly opened my eyes and saw michael standing over me.
"Lis, it's morning. Start getting ready. Linc and I will be waiting downstairs for you."
I nodded.
"Okay."
A small grin crossed his face.
" It's almost over."
I returned the smile and he and his brother left the room. I turned my head and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 6:30. I let out a low groan and forcefully made my way to the bathroom.
About a half hour later, I was downstairs ready to see what today would bring.
Once we were in the car, I had to ask the question that has been eating at me.
"How did you two manage to find Matthew Weaver?"
"He worked with my dad," Michael replied, his voice cracking up a bit.
I sat up in the seat, moving closer two the two men in the front seat.
"Your father was one of them too?"
"Yeah.. he was killed by the cop that was hunting us down since we broke out of Fox River,"Lincoln said with an obvious look of sadness on his face.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay.. really."
Damn. Who would have thought we would have this other piece of information connecting us all?
I sat back in my seat putting my seat belt on.
"What is the plan once we get there?"
"Linc and I are going into the hotel to meet Matthew. You are going to stay in the car."
"But what if you two need me?"
"What we need is for you to stay out of harms way."
Fine. I didn't see the point in arguing with him on this. No matter how hard I could push it, I know he will not budge.
As we reached the Blackbird hotel, Lincoln parked around the block. I'm guessing he did that to make sure they weren't followed. Smart man.
"If you see anything suspicous, get out of here."
Lincoln handed me the car keys.
"What about you two?"
"We have a spare car parked in front of the hotel. If something goes wrong, meet us at this address."
Michael handed me a piece of paper.
"okay. Be careful."
They got out of the czr and started walking toward the hotel. I moved myself to the front seat, looking around at my surroundings.
A young woman at the front desk saw the two brothers come in. She picked up the phone.
"Matthew, the brothers are here."
"Okay."
He got out his hi tech computer and laid it out it front of him, looking at the door, awaiting a knock.
The young woman picked up the phone again. this time, she called the sniper on the roof across the street.
"You were right. Matthew is rolling. Take the shot once the brothers are outside the hotel. I'll take care of Weaver."
"You got it."
He loaded his weapon and looked through the scope.