| ¤ 5-23-03, Louis’ Weekend, The Arrival ¤ ¤Continued pt. 8¤
¤ He smiles seeing a sign stating “3 miles to Exit 4b” he smirked, his eyes trailing to the horizon. Soon, within the next hour, the sun would come shooting up over the end of the earth. He frowned at the idea. Louis didn’t want to be caught out dead in the day. The pun lightened his mood a bit, a soft chuckle crossing his lips. He glances to the young lady who seems to be passed out against the window. He wondered how she could sleep, with knowing her death would come upon their arrival at Las Vegas. Louis had planned on killing her as soon as he gets safe from the daylight. He was cutting this close. Susan’s arrival was unexpected, but it kept Louis from having to hunt in an unfamiliar city.
He was now in the city and better yet, in the general area of where Williams Costume Co. was. He begins taking random streets and circling blocks, trying to find a place that looked well shut up, but also vacant. He needed a place to spend out the day. He also needed it fast. The sun would be up shortly. His eyes move over building after building, until they fall upon a building labeled crime scene. Slamming on the breaks he takes a look. Hearing a scuffle of motion next to him. He notices Susan hunched up in a awkward position. It must be from his slamming on the breaks. Louis’ eyes scan over the building. It looked tight and enclosed, even if the outer shell wasn’t, Louis could find some place without windows. Pulling the car over to an open spot. He parks it. Looking to Susan he laughs, she was out like a light. Leaning over he slaps her upside the head. “Lets go whore”
Getting out of the car, he heads to the door, with the old looking crime scene tape. He hears Susan get out of the car and stumble up the stairs in a half sleep daze. Grasping the doorknob he twists it and it opens to his surprise. He assumed people have already been staying. Sliding in he hold the door open for her, then slams it shut. Louis’ eyes look around the room. This one was big, but it had windows, he didn’t trust the haphazard setup. He continues inward into the building to find a better place. Susan follows behind him, the bags in her hands as she goes. ¤
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