FOUR DAYS LATER

"Pack your fucking bags! We're leaving" Pete said as he barge into the apartment. It was grey outside and night was steadily falling. The TV was left on and the volume was almost too loud. Pete hissed at their inattentiveness and muted the TV. He passed a discarded shirt on the floor and cursed.

"Nick! Why you gotta be so filthy? Don't you ever take care of your stuff? Leaving your shit everywhere on the floor" Pete swore as he moved to the bedrooms located east of the house. Inside Valeria's room, the baby was wailing mindlessly, tossing and turning with a used diaper on the floor, leaking unto the clean rug carpet.

"Fuck!" He swore and grabbed a blanket, throwing it over the mess on the floor, he grabbed the baby by the left foot and frowned at the foul smell, crinkling his nose in disgust, with another curse, he grabbed the sheets and wiped him, cleaning his butt th

Pete nodded and rose form the couch. "Three more days" he agreed. "I think we can still be safe for three more days. You'll get plane tickets to Miami tomorrow, buy a few tickets too from the train station and give them out, I'll ensure I see Mr. Tommy, we need cash and we can't get our hands on ours right now, not without leading them to us" he said as he moved to the entryway of the room.

"Put the boy to sleep Valeria" he added and flipped the light off.

Valeria rose, the boy cradled in her arms as she moved to her bedroom for the night, allowing Nick his place on the couch.

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Nick had left early that morning to the airport after booking the very first flight, with bags stuffed up to look the part of a traveller. After then, he left for the train station to do the same under Jack Dutch, the alias Pete was mostly known for.

Valeria was in th

"No more food until I say so" Brownson whispered as the chef and the servant scurried out of the room.

"I will keep trying darling. I'll find him" he begged as he held her weak bony shoulders.

She jerked from his hold and moved to the window, starinh out without a word.

"I'll get this cleaned up" Senator Brownson said as he kissed her hair lightly and exited the room.

Outside the door, he heaved a frustrated sigh, smoothened he s shirt, righted his tie and descended the stairs.

A uniformed man sat on the large white couch, he rose as Brownson entered and offered a hand.

"Good morning Sir, my name is Detective Bryan, thank you for allowing me in your home" the younger man said.

Brownson have a very brief handshake and sat opposite, refusing the tea the servant offered.

"I was contacted by the state Department, I've heard the incident and I wanted to ask a few questions" he said.



FOUR DAYS LATER

"Pack your fucking bags! We're leaving" Pete said as he barge into the apartment. It was grey outside and night was steadily falling. The TV was left on and the volume was almost too loud. Pete hissed at their inattentiveness and muted the TV. He passed a discarded shirt on the floor and cursed.

"Nick! Why you gotta be so filthy? Don't you ever take care of your stuff? Leaving your shit everywhere on the floor" Pete swore as he moved to the bedrooms located east of the house. Inside Valeria's room, the baby was wailing mindlessly, tossing and turning with a used diaper on the floor, leaking unto the clean rug carpet.

"Fuck!" He swore and grabbed a blanket, throwing it over the mess on the floor, he grabbed the baby by the left foot and frowned at the foul smell, crinkling his nose in disgust, with another curse, he grabbed the sheets and wiped him, cleaning his butt the best he could before giving up and dumping the messed up sheet on the floor, he frowned at the mes

Chapter 10