Chapter 47: Journey
"Somebody's made their decision." Ace said, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I sighed, zipping up the duffel bag and checking the phone that Dinah had originally given me for any text messages connecting to the night before with Artemis. No texts. Thank God.
"Yeah. I'm not really into the whole stalking thing and after last night, I'm pretty convinced."
"Was it the conversation we had last night or something else?" Ace said, smiling and grabbing my waist.
"The conversation. Definitely the conversation." I smiled and pushed him away, laughing. "Get dressed. Please. God, I feel like I'm in a movie."
"Is it my good looks or something downstairs?" I rolled my eyes.
"Oh my God. Just go get dressed!" Laughing, I finished packing up what was left of my stuff. Most of it, Ace had gotten from the storage room at the prison, where they take and keep all your stuff till you get out. That was how I had my phone. Five minutes later, Ace came back, running his hand through his jet-black hair and handing me a twenty dollar bill.
"What the hell is that for?" I asked, not even touching the money. He smiled.
"For your hair. You wanted bangs." I laughed.
"Yeah, but now I'm kind of on the edge about it. Would bangs really look good on me?"
"Personally, I think you'd look more like a little kid." I sighed.
"I didn't ask for your personal opinion. I asked in general."
"Well in that case, you'll look just fine." Ace said. I smiled and took the money, stuffing it in one of the front pockets of my jeans. "Here. Take the car." He said, handing me the keys. I hesitated.
"How the hell will you get out of here, then?" I asked. He smiled.
"I know a few people. Or I just scheduled a game with the owners of this joint, whom I surprisingly know."
"What game?"
"Russian roulette." I raised a brow.
"I'm guessing it's a different version where no one dies and there are no guns involved."
"Yeah. That's it."
"Well, have fun. Call me when you finish your game. I'd like to know if that old guy at the front desk suddenly has a heart attack and drops dead. Don't blame me if it actually happens though. I'm just stating random facts." Smiling, Ace let me out and I headed for the car. Turning on the engine and loading my bags or bag into the trunk.
Then I drove. I was too worried to be seen at the airport so I decided to drive across the country to Mississippi, where Patrick was at. I knew it was going to be a long journey, but it was practically required. And it would benefit both me and Patrick, as well as Madeline.