The Winds Of Tomorrow (✔)

10. Evidence

On the way, Jack explained everything to Conor. He and Conor shared a look. 

Where are we going? I wrote.

"For now, a motel. The rest we'll figure out in the morning." Conor said. "The flash drive, you have it?"

I nodded.

"What's on it?"

Pictures of my mother and father.

"Why would he want that flash drive so much?" Jack asked.

I shrugged. A thought passed my mind but I quickly shook it away, It was stupid. The thought of Joe wanting this flash drive because of the pictures It has of my mother.

Stupid. To go through all that trouble would mean that he actually loved her. As I said before, 

'A monster doesn't love.'

And plus, he has his phone, I'm sure he has pictures of her on it.

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We pulled up to nice looking motel,  grabbed our bags and headed inside. Behind the desk was an elderly man, with barely any hair, whatever he had was gray . He was short and wrinkly and was very polite .Apparently there was only one room available at this time of night. So the three of us would have to share.

Fear once again seized me.  The thought of sharing a room with two adult males had my heart pounding.  

Conor, the psychologist, seem to understand my silent panic, he reassured me that he and Jack would do everything they can to make me comfortable.  His words didn't help right away but the panic eased after a while.

The room was painted white and very plain. It had one bed at the corner of the room. The boys told me to take the bed, I felt bad, but they wouldn't take no for an answer.

So here we were. I, on the bed, and the boys, rolled up in their sleeping bags at the other side of the room, as far away from me as possible. It wasn't long until I fell asleep.

I was startled awake from another nightmare. Nightmares are frequent these days. The sun was just beginning to rise, and so were the boys. 

Jack went out and bought us breakfast while Conor and I packed up our bags and loaded them in the trunk.

After we ate breakfast, Conor disappeared and reappeared back holding a small laptop.

"I borrowed it from Henry." he said. Henry is the motel owner.  "Let's see what the flash drive has on it."

He opened the laptop and put the flash drive in. What I expected was for the photos to appear, but that didn't happen.

Evidence, a bunch of evidence linking Joe to a variety of crimes. Drug dealing, rape, human trafficking, murder. There are videos, voice recordings, files...hard evidence.

"You did take the wrong flash drive after all." Jack muttered. 

"All we need to do is hand this into the police and that's it, he's going to jail, no lawyer or amount of money can get him out of this." Conor said.

Didn't we already try that? I wrote.

Conor shook his head.    "The police here are useless, completely under Joe's control. I'm talking about the police out of town. We have an uncle that's a detective. He doesn't live far from the border of the town."

I still didn't believe. At this point, everything seemed as though Joe was in control, but, might as well try. Something tells me getting out of town would be hard.

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We were heading to the town's exit. We were also running low on gas, so they stopped at the gas station. When the boys were out filling the car, something caught my eye. Through the glass windows of the the store was a TV.

The news was on and I was the headline.