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After being fulfilled with enough excitement, I decide my eleventh day in Vegas should be my last. Lana and I had already made arrangements over the last day so our relationship wouldn't fall apart. We'd spend some time apart for about a month before she'd travel to see me. It seemed rushed, how we have only just met, and on my vacation too, and we were already in a strong relationship. But you might be surprised after spending over a week with someone constantly, how attached you could become to them. It was inevitable that I'd spend every waking hour of the next month thinking about her, and what she'll be up to. Spending that time away isn't something I'm exactly looking forward to; after all, it was this beautiful stranger that made this trip worthwhile. I'd definitely miss her and the warm air, how the sun stained my skin a light brown and the tall shadows the palm trees that lined every road casted. However, the days might go quick back in London, spending everyday waiting for that one month to pass so I'd finally be back in the presence of an angel again.
It's my last day in Vegas and Lana wants to take me for the day. She promised to finally take me to this snazzy Japanese restaurant she's been talking about. I haven't seen Victoria for a few days, I've only seen her two to three times this entire trip, a few minutes each time grabbing clothes from her suitcase or watching a movie cuddled up with the same muscle man. Today was one of the rare occasions where we cross paths. She's sitting on her temporary queen bed, filing her nails. After the whole Olivia Newton-John thing, there's been an unspoken tension between us. The most she's said to me after it was, "hey," and I, her. Even now, as she sits comfortably, dragging a cherry nail file across her fingertips, she doesn't do so much as look at me.
I apply makeup to my face, getting ready for the day ahead that I was supposed to spend with Lana. She's supposed to be here in an hour and I'm feeling a mixture of both excitement and sadness. It's always a day of mystery ahead when I'm with her, we never do the same thing twice which was what I liked most about her, she always kept things interesting. Fuck, I'll miss her. I drag the mascara brush over my eyelashes, when I hear a gasp come from Victoria. I look at her and her eyes are glued to the television screen. Naturally, I move away from the mirror and check to see what's on television, but when I do, I really wish I hadn't.
My face looks back at me on the screen. It's a surveillance tape; it looks like the one from the other day, when I sold those movies to that first customer. My stomach drops and I feel weak in the knees so I sit on the edge of Victoria's bed before they give out. "What the fuck did you-" she starts.
"Turn it up," I order, interrupting her question.
She looks for the remote without hesitation, intrigued by my face being on the news; she inches closer to the television. I look at myself, volume nearly on mute; I begin to wonder what Lana could have possibly got me into. The television becomes louder, so much that I hear and comprehend every word, without actually believing any of it.
"We see the suspect here, selling the heroin to Summers disguised as a DVD, the same tactic used by cartel associates in Los Angeles earlier this year..." the female reporter says, the screen changes from my picture to a video taken from the surveillance camera, low quality images showing me handing the DVDs over to the man and taking the money before leaving. Heroin...did she say fucking heroin? I grit my teeth so hard together they feel like they're about to crumble in my mouth.
"John Summers was found dead in his Spring Valley bungalow late last night after his wife had come home from a weekend away at her parent's house. He was thought to have been dead for over twenty-four hours before discovery with an abundance of heroin in his system. The DEA is further investigating the suspect and surveillance tapes to find if there are any relations to the known American associates of Los Zetas cartel."
