His feet walked back and forth across the living room of their new hideout. Nobody knew about this place except for him.
He had bought this property for this purpose. He knew they would be safe to hide here while he ironed out his plans and let the situation cool down.
"What are you thinking?" Mike asked as he sat on the couch while Samson remained outside, checking the security of the place.
He could see that his friend was deep in thought. He trusted that he had a plan. But still, they had to consider some alternatives.
"I think you should go back," Gerald said as he finally turned to look at his friend. "You don't need to run like me. I need you to stay and serve as my eyes and ears."
He initially thought of escaping with his friend. They could start a new life somewhere else. But what kind of life would that be?
