“No!” I jump back, then shove the handgun into my pocket. I whirl around. That gunshot
could’ve been heard for miles. I’ve got to move! I turn and run, back to the mustang. I reach the parking lot – car’s gone. I have no ride. I’m a wanted man, without any ride.
I don’t have time to think, and I sure as shit can’t afford to stand out here like a dumbass. Not after my finger pulled the trigger on the shot heard around the woods. I turn and head into the hotel, rushing back through the side entrance. I sprint up the stairs, and go to the only hiding place I can think of – big boy’s hotel room. I swing open the door, rush into the bathroom, and wash my hands.
“So you killed him.”
I turn the faucet off, and stare back at my haunted reflection in the mirror. Somebody is in the room.
***Unfortunately, I will no longer be posting excerpts from Master. But if you’d like to complete the story, you may read the full book here!
- Thomas M. Watt