The next afternoon, David already arrived at the run down hotel where Matt had been staying for a while, hiding from Carter's goons.
The early October sun filtered through the window blinds, casting soft patterns of light onto the floor.
It was a stark contrast to the tension that hung between the broken walls. Matt was pacing nervously, biting the inside of his cheek as he cast a few worried glances toward David.
"You've done a lot for me, man," Matt said, his voice low, "but I don't know how this is going to help."
David leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Trust me. Adam's good at what he does. If anyone can figure out a way to deal with Carter, it's him. He's going to help you."
Matt stopped, his hands on his hips, shaking his head. "But why does he need to see me? I'm fine, aren't I?"
