into the desert
The road stretches into nothingness and the silence inside the limo disturbs my attempts to concentrate. My eyes find George, but I can't discern a hint of what he's thinking. He waits for me to speak, watching with his hands neatly clasped on his lap. Checking my phone for messages, I sigh when I realize there is no reception.
"How long is the drive?"
"It will takes us two hours. Can I pour you another cup of coffee? Perhaps you'd like to listen to music."
Shaking my head, I return to staring out the window. Time ticks and ticks as the limo speeds into the waste of the desert. My thoughts wander and I imagine what my husband is doing at this moment. Has he done as I asked? Not knowing doesn't suit me. I do not have patience.
"A shot of whiskey, please."
George taps a button to reveal a small bar hidden in the center console. Without a word, he pours a large amount of whiskey and places the glass into the cup holder next to me. Clasping his hands again, he returns to studying me.
"Speak." Slamming the whiskey, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth spreading in my veins.
"It's a risk leaving Vegas. It's less secure..." he gestures with a nod towards the emptiness outside the limo. "Out here in the wilds of Nevada."
The wilds of Nevada. I won't be surrounded by bodyguards and servants. Just Saul and George. And of course, my husband. Gripping my phone, I curse under my breath. I can't stand not knowing what's happening.
"I want to see this for myself."
A helicopter buzzes over the limo, shaking the glasses and bottles of alcohol. The driver slows and halts the car in a wide space next to the road. The helicopter lands a few hundred yards away from the limo. Two figures emerge from the door, one with a black hood obscuring the face. My husband leads the hooded figure towards the limo and I can't suppress a smile. It's time.
"How long is the drive?"
"It will takes us two hours. Can I pour you another cup of coffee? Perhaps you'd like to listen to music."
Shaking my head, I return to staring out the window. Time ticks and ticks as the limo speeds into the waste of the desert. My thoughts wander and I imagine what my husband is doing at this moment. Has he done as I asked? Not knowing doesn't suit me. I do not have patience.
"A shot of whiskey, please."
George taps a button to reveal a small bar hidden in the center console. Without a word, he pours a large amount of whiskey and places the glass into the cup holder next to me. Clasping his hands again, he returns to studying me.
"Speak." Slamming the whiskey, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth spreading in my veins.
"It's a risk leaving Vegas. It's less secure..." he gestures with a nod towards the emptiness outside the limo. "Out here in the wilds of Nevada."
The wilds of Nevada. I won't be surrounded by bodyguards and servants. Just Saul and George. And of course, my husband. Gripping my phone, I curse under my breath. I can't stand not knowing what's happening.
"I want to see this for myself."
A helicopter buzzes over the limo, shaking the glasses and bottles of alcohol. The driver slows and halts the car in a wide space next to the road. The helicopter lands a few hundred yards away from the limo. Two figures emerge from the door, one with a black hood obscuring the face. My husband leads the hooded figure towards the limo and I can't suppress a smile. It's time.
NEXT - THE SALOON
