Chapter 3
I watched Henry, our suspect/witness, twitch and move in his seat across the room. He like us were becoming impatient with the buyer. It had been over 2 hours since we got there, over an hour since Henry had finally decided to show. And I was becoming more and more impatient. I looked over at Catherine who was talking on her cell phone.
"Hey nick... No were here now...yeah...I don't know...maybe the buyer got word of something...you know the FEDS and how many leaks they got in their department...ya...okay...see you in a bit..." she finished, clicking her cell off.
"Look the buyer is obviously not coming. We have been here for more than 2 hours." I said. She sighed and said
"Look, well just give it another 20 minutes and then well just take Henry into custody." She said. I pursed my lips and sat back. The music turned to another hard rap song and everyone yelled. I grimaced then noticed everyone responding to something. I looked at Catherine who had her eyebrows raised. Everyone was looking at the entrance. A girl moved that was blocking my view and I saw. 4 African Americans entered. They were tall and had the look of Gang Members. They were obviously body guards. The buyer. Finally. They swept the room with their eyes, looking for challengers. Then they moved aside in the middle as a tall brunette women walked in. She glanced around the room with a look that defied her appearance. The look said she owned the room, along with her appearance. But underneath all of it, i knew it was Sara. It has to be a mistake. But it wasn't. I glanced up and down at this women who I knew was Sara, but challenged his certainty. Her gaze swept the room as well and settled on Henry. She hadn't seen him or Catherine yet. What the hell is going on here? What is she doing here with these thugs? I watched as she leaned into one of the men to her side and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and pulled out phone, saying a few words into the device. I watched her lift her arms and as she took her coat off. A small gasp left my mouth at the sight of her, and I was suddenly grateful for the loud music. She handed her coat to another one of the thugs and he took it. I finally ripped my gaze from her and glanced at Catherine, who had her mouth hung open. We watched as Sara took in the room and started walking towards Henry. The room parted for her and her body guards, aware of the danger pulsing off of them. Off of her.