prologue

Fuck!

I have to hurry!

I pull on some black pants matched with a black leather jacket. I squeeze in a black cap after pulling back my hair.

I pace around the room nervously and drag my suitcase out of the closet.

I pack a few clothes that I might need in my suitcase. I proceed to pack my passport, and a briefcase that is loaded with hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I tuck a gun behind my pants.

My phone is blowing up so I immediately switch it off before they track me.

I know by the time they get to where I am, I'll be long gone. Never to be seen again! If only I hurry and get my ass out of this damn place before they get me.

I put on dark shades as I step out of the motel.

I drag the suitcase swiftly, past the reception area.

Everyone is staring at me when I step outside the motel