Lottery 1
The girls returned from a day trip to Paris and gathered their things. They rushed to the airport, but their flight had been cancelled. All flights in or out of Ireland had been cancelled.
Shaniqua and Lucy walked to the courtesy desk and began asking a million questions, along with many other confused passengers.
A strange weather phenomenon was causing intense fog conditions. This was just the first in strange series of events however. Civil unrest had broken out to the point where travel advisories had been issued. Travel bans suddenly began taking effect in different counties as they stood in line trying to get answers.
There was no word on what had started the fighting. Shaniqua could feel her reporter’s blood pumping, wishing it had all started just a few hours later, after their plane was already in the air and destined to land.
The man at the courtesy booth was pleasant and helpful, he got the travel agency on the line and they worked through a deal.
The travel agency wire transferred plane tickets to Norway and complimentary suites at one of the largest luxury hotels, for the entire week they were put out. Lucy and Shaniqua did not complain. The two gratefully boarded the flight to Norway with little complications.
Steven was cautious the entire way home. He continually looked over his shoulder in the taxi to make sure he wasn’t being followed. He walked around his apartment complex twice before walking toward his apartment. It was midday and all his neighbors were at work already. The entire complex was pretty much silent and deserted. He listened at his door, but heard nothing inside. He turned the key in the lock and opened the front door.
The place looked just as he had left it, not a single thing was out of place. The kitchen light was the only light on. Steven breathed a sigh of relief and set his suitcase down by the door. He turned on the living room light and walked to the coffee table to pick up the remote.
He turned on the tv and then walked to the kitchen to grab some bottled water out of the fridge.
As he was standing back up with the bottle he saw the man standing in the hallway with a gun pointed at his head.
His jaw dropped and he stood there in silence unable to move, staring at the intruder.
“Steven Stymes?” the man asked.
Steven knew it was the man from the phone. His heart began to beat almost out of his chest, he could feel the pumping of it shaking his entire body. All he could hear was the pounding of it in his ears. He suddenly felt lightheaded. His sight began to fade to black.
Marvin Devine cocked his head to right as he watched the man faint in front of him. Marvin shrugged and holstered his gun. “You make my job easy.” he said then began to tie up his new victim.
After he was done, he slung Steven over his shoulder and left the apartment. He made sure the lock set on the door after he left so it would look like no one broke in. The complex was deserted, there were no witnesses. Devine made sure to avoid the laundry room, and mail boxes because of the camera surveillance. He dumped Steven in the trunk and then headed up state to a small cabin he had out in the woods.
Where no one could hear you scream.