Page 309 of Affair
Chapter Twenty-Two
Unknown Location
Somewhere In New Orleans
Thursday Four A.M.
For the whole flight, Poe said not a word. He was held at gunpoint, and he knew he was three days beyond screwed. They were taking him back into NOLA. There was no way Gamble would find him.
Maybe it was for the best.
Honestly, Poe didn’t want to go home, and he wasn’t strong enough to do this.
His family was dead.
He was all alone.
And now, he was going to die.
Truth be told, he hoped that Gamble never found his remains. He’d caused him so much pain, and to make him live through that again…
Poe prayed it didn’t happen.
This sucked.
He’d dragged Gamble into this, thanks to Hemmingway doing something impulsive. Oh, he understood why, but it had cost so many people their lives.
And their futures.
Yeah, he was in the anger stage at that moment, and it was probably a good thing the man was dead.
He’d throttle his own flesh and blood.
When they arrived at some strange building, on the roof, he was roughly dragged inside by a bunch of military guys who didn’t give a shit about him.
Once inside, he was separated from Von and the box of his brother’s things. In fact, he was shoved down a flight of stairs, into a hallway, and tossed into a room.
Jesus.
They were assholes.
When he heard the door lock, he knew he was trapped and this was where he’d die. They’d likely dump his body somewhere later.
‘God,
Please don’t let it be where Gamble would find me. Spare him of that.’
As he sat on the floor, he stared around the room. The wall had one shelf, and there was a tv and chair.
That was it.
Well, someone wasn’t really using this room for much, now were they?
It was a prison and nothing more.
As he sat there, he thought about Gamble, and how much he missed him. Sniffing his sleeve, he smelled like the man.
“Gamble, Mate, how the hell do I get out of here?” he asked, talking to himself.
