The car stopped at the door of a seedy motel room. Charles Greening walked over to the passenger side and pulled Judy out of the car. He unlocked the motel room door and led her inside. He gave one long look outside and closed the door. He sat Judy on the bed as he pulled out grey masking tape.
"I hate to do this, but I don't want you to run on me again." Charles explained pulling tape off the roll. "I know you were a little nervous at the gas station, but fighting me is not the way to go."
Judy sat there in silence, still in shock that this was happening to her. Charles wrapped her hands and feet and sat her up in the bed against the pillows.
"Now Judy, are we going to have anymore problems?"
Judy shook her head no. Charles went back to the car to retrieve a small suitcase from its trunk. He placed the suitcase on the other bed and unzipped it exposing a pile of cash inside.
"Why are you doing this?" Judy asked
"Great, now you're speaking!" Charles said sitting down on the other queen size bed. "I devised this plan for us to be together."
"But, I don't want to be with you, Charles."
"Every since that day in the police station, I knew you loved me, but your job was a problem, so I solved that for you."
"I never said that I loved you."
"Didn't have to. I can see it in your face." Charles said with a light smile. "We're taking a trip to the Cayman Islands."
"A trip?"
"More like a permanent move. I can't stay in the city much longer or I'll go back to jail."
"Charles, you belong in jail with the other dealers."
"I'm not like the others, can't you see. I helped young people, I hate guns and I have never killed anybody in my life. Well, with the exception of Bob." Charles sat next to Judy on the bed. "Only because he wanted to hurt you and I couldn't allow that."
"I don't want to go to the Cayman Islands." Judy sighed. "Can't you see that I don't love you?"
"You do love me. I just had to get you away from "them"."
"If I loved you so much, why should you force me to go with you? Don't you think I should be willing to leave?"
"Judy, your eyes speak a thousand words." Charles got up from the bed. "I have to meet someone, but I'll be back in one hour."
Charles stacked up his cash and turned on the television as he left the room. Judy's head leaned back against the wall as she plotted her next move. It was obvious her psychology move wasn't working on him. Her escape attempt at the gas station led no where either. She realized that the only way to escape him was to contact Fuller