Chapter 15 ~ Jail.

Sam sat in the room on the bed. She felt like she was in jail. A nice cell, but a prison none the less. Sam fell back onto the bed, "Well this sucks."

Jed nodded. "Yeah..."

It was just the two of them in the room. Arthur was going to be staying with them until her brothers and Jed's parent's arrived. Arthur had left to get something. Sam hadn't really been listening when he was talking. She'd been thinking about the hotel. It was gorgeous. The architecture was old and Spaniard looking. It was probably one of the most beautiful things she's ever seen. It was a Westen hotel. When you first entered the doors it opened to a great front room, a living room type feel to it. To your immediate right and left were two huge mirrors, set on ancient looking tables. Beyond that was what looked like a dinning room. But she didn't see much of that due to the herding done by Arthur and the other men. As she walked throught the glass doors and entered the courtyard that led to all the rooms she was stunned. A large grass feild sitting in the center of the surrounding buildings that held all the rooms. The suits sat at the far end of the huge courtyard.

Jed sighed and stood.

"Where you going?" Sam said looking up.

"To the bathroom. I'm going to shower. Been a long day. I wanna wash off the grime." He said walking stiffly to the bathroom.

Sam nodded. That was a good idea. Sam closed her eyes and soon drifted to sleep. She dreamed of the dead man.