I watched for a minute, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted.
Did he want to talk business or something? Did he want to talk about what I
knew, what I had done, what I didn’t do?
I had to know, so I said, “I understand you moved me there for a reason–a
special place. Why don’t we sit down and talk about that?”
He just sat and stared at me again, this time it was for a while. I wasn’t
sure how to break it to him that maybe I knew he needed this place.
I could see it in his eyes, a look that warned me to back off. He wasn’t going
to do anything that would make me feel uncomfortable in there. But,
he might as well have told me that he didn’t want me there and I would have
known better than to let him.
Finally, he spoke up and he had the answers he wanted. “I wanted to show you
The look on his face was sincere. It was what it was supposed to be. “You
wanted to show me something?”
“You want to show me something?”
He smiled. “I just told you.”
I nodded. “What is it?”
He pointed out the window.
I was so focused on what he wanted me to see, I didn’t notice the view until
I was about to turn to look out the window, but then it was too late.
“Wow” I said.
He laughed. “So what’s your reaction?”
I grinned and looked at him in total silence. He just sat there.
“Hey, you can make a joke if it’s funny,” he said through his mouth
honestly. It was a little too funny to be true, but there it was.
I smiled, and then, before I knew it, tears were dripping down my face. I
wiped them on my arm and turned to talk to him, hoping he hadn’t noticed. He
had been watching me, and I didn’t see it. He just sat there, enjoying the
Then I noticed.
It wasn’t my imagination. Something was in that restaurant. I could feel it.
I could see it in their eyes. That restaurant was on the verge of falling off
the edge of the cliff.
“Ladies and gentlemen, my partner has a proposition for you. A special
place. It costs two million dollars. I can do that because I am looking to
put together something special.” He looked right into each of their eyes in a
way that could only be seen by the others.
When I looked back out the window, I saw they were talking about something,
but it looked like they were talking like they were talking to me. They seemed
so far away…but I looked out the window on their faces and I remembered the
other night. The way they looked at him as if he was the only person in the
I remembered they were the only ones who had seen him. They didn’t know how
much he would need to pay for this.
“Oh come on, you know it’s a trap.”
I didn’t remember saying that, but somehow I found myself to be doing just
that every time I went out there. Then I remember the conversation I had with
“I don’t know how much you know about me, but we’ve been talking about doing
something bigger. Something so big that you would have never believed.”
He looked at me.
“And it turns out that this is the place where we are going to do it.”
This was the place where we were going to do it. I couldn’t believe it. I
was sitting here in this restaurant. He was sitting back there in that fancy
lounge talking to some woman about what they were going to do together. I was
“This is the place where we are going to do it”
It was the place where he wanted to take me.
I looked at my left hand. It was still holding my coffee cup. I remembered the
day that they had taken her. Then the phone call came, and they took her to
another location to do more experiments.
I knew it was going to happen. No one would be able to stop him.
I knew he was going to do something big that was going to bring in a lot of
money and he would pay for this place–because he wanted me there, and he was
going to get what he wanted.
“That money is mine, and I don’t care what you do to get it.”
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed his home number, hoping he would see
it. I was in that restaurant because he had asked me to be, so I wouldn’t be
there while he did this.
I was afraid that if I was there and he knew I was there, he would do it
and do what he wanted, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.
I left her in that restaurant and she had to pay for the cost of moving
for me. I am so sorry for what I did. I am so sorry for what I did.
I left her there and she paid for it, but I am sure that she was happy,
because she was going to help him pay for something he didn’t really need.
That is why they had a second location.
I went down the street to the coffee shop across from the place where my
family was staying. I had been there before and I knew the place was going to
be filled up, but I went there anyway.
I was going to have a cup of coffee and try to get a little sleep so I could
wake up in the morning and try to find this guy that was killing me. I would
pay for what he did to me.
The coffee shop is right on the border of the hospital. There is a
restaurant right down the street, but it is for employees of the hospital.