10-02-2012, 05:52 AM
Rage filled Lewis eyes.
This ungrateful woman. How dare she mention my mother.
Lewis’s mother was a touchy subject for him. She died giving birth to him and because of this his father and brothers unleashed their anger upon him. Lewis was never good enough for them. His earliest memory is about being beat by his father for knocking over a picture of his mother. That picture he keeps safe in his office.
Lewis put on a different suit, dark blue, modern cut with a red silk shirt, no tie. He grabbed his gun and slid it in to the holster. He checked his pocket, the ring was still there. Lewis then checked his phone. There was a text from Caleb “The cop from the murder scene went to the club.” Lewis texted him to be downstairs in 5. Before he left the bedroom he grabbed a prepaid phone from his safe, he kept a bunch on hand for backroom deals.
On his way out Terra asked him another question. “No X.” He held up his hands. He could help but notice the black veins on her arms. Lewis also could help but notice the red of his stretching to his hands. He tossed the prepaid phone at Terra. “Speed dial one is Caleb. Two is me. No other outgoing calls will work.”
At the elevator Lewis swiped his card and pushed a couple buttons. He had the door programmed to be locked both ways to ensure he never forgot his key card. Lewis also like the level of control it gave him over any guests.
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