“Yeah, there is a revolver in my night stand.” He looked like he was reluctant about the whole thing.
“Cool,” she said. “You’ll need to teach me to shoot it. I am a little rusty since I haven’t shot a gun for years and never a revolver.”
“Maybe this is a bad idea,” said Derek.
“The terrorist killed children and I was blamed for it,” she said. “You don’t think it would do me any good to go to the police and tell them everything? If they believed me, I would go back to jail. If they didn’t, well it wouldn’t stop the terrorist either.”
Derek sighed. “Well let’s think about pleasant things until we have to take you back home.” He pulled her in for a kiss.
Deborah knocked on the door to her dorm room. Her keys were on her key ring and Flower had stolen it along with her car. She knocked again and Flower opened the door.
