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No one moved. Silas pushed the pistol’s barrel into Paul’s temple, wiping a sweat bead and catching Zola smile. He was in her world, now. The silence was hurting him so he called out to the other men.
“All we want is money. Whatever he or the rest of you did with her stays where it is, but we need cash.”
A short, blonde-haired man stepped forward, dropping his hands and trying to move his mouth but waiting for permission to speak. Silas nodded his head but maintained his pose and the gun against Paul’s head. The blonde-haired man muttered.
“There’s two thousand dollars in the safe, it’s seed money we use to get new accounts. No one will ever know you took it, I think it’s the best way for you to get what you want.”
Silas felt incredulous. No one in this room cared that he held a gun against a man’s head. They were just like Zola, all business. Zola straightened her posture, pushed her shirt down and bit her top lip before announcing.
“I’ll have blondie show me where the safe is, you do your thing.”
Zola and the blonde-haired man walked to the safe. Silas shoved himself away from Paul but kept the weapon pointed at him while eyeing the other men. His breathing slowed and his grip on the gun tightened. Zola yelped.
“Hello! Thank you blondie. This will definitely do! Come on, tough guy, let’s leave before one of these guys gets stupid.”
Silas backed away from the men, then followed a skipping Zola out the side door they entered. He put the gun in his waist band and growled.
“Come on, we need to lay low somewhere till Olive gets off from work. We have 23 hundred dollars, it’s time to pack some bags before more hell breaks loose.”
Zola beat him to the Cutlass. She jumped into the passenger side and tossed her feet on the dash.
“Silas, don’t forget about the grease ball brother. They could get us a few hundred more and we will be temporarily rich in less than a day.”
Silas started the car and squealed the tires backing away from the parking lot. Before putting the car in drive, he yelled.
He looked and listened for police sirens but none were found. Zola caressed his right arm and tried to move down to his leg. He swatted her hand away and asked.
“I’ve already taken part in murder and blackmail but I’m not in the mood to add cheating on my girlfriend, your best friend, Zo. Tell me someplace we can spend the next six hours and don’t even think about saying the word, motel.”
Silas stared at his speedometer, then let off the accelerator to avoid being pulled over. He leaned over to turn on the radio, a U2 played. Zola raised up and read a billboard aloud.
“One Tree Hill Nature Preserve. Hey, Silas, do you that one tree hill?
He sighed then replied.
“This is I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For, radio never plays One Tree Hill.”
Zola laughed through her response.
“No, dumbass, I swear, you an Olive think about music more than any two people alive. One Tree Hill Preserve, that place is really secluded. It’s perfect, plus, we can plan what to do next, if I can’t convince you to take off now and ditch Olive.”
Silas turned onto the exit and followed the signs to One Tree Hill.
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