Jet Black

The blue Mercedes pulled up in front of the hotel..
the man in the back seat got out and walked around to the trunk,
he removed a black golf bag..
his black Tommy Bahama windbreaker matched his black Bahama slacks..
the Nike baseball cap was also black..
he looked expensive,
fitting in perfectly with the other guest as he walked through the lobby..
Harrison and Cara were finishing dinner...
"When did you get the call?"
"I had only been in the room for a few minutes."
He dialed Joe's number on his Blackberry..
"He's not answering. We need to leave, immediately."
Cara walked to the bedside table for her rosary.
She had not unpacked her backpack...
the long twisting hallway was empty,
they moved quickly toward the elevators...
The man left the golf bag in the elevator..
his jet black machine-pistol in his left hand held low,
close to his side..
Cara and Harrison passed the door leading to the stairs..
"Wait a minute.." Harrison stopped walking..
"Let's take the stairs."
Cara was very afraid at this point..
she sensed fear in her dad, and he never showed fear..
Harrison was 46 years old and fit for his age..
6"2, 212 lbs
He had played football at Ole Miss in the 80's,
Cara was now a cheerleader there..
When they opened the door the man rounded the corner,
as they entered the stairwell he released a round in their direction..
he missed..

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Oxford