She’d asked that Parkman ride in another vehicle so if they were attacked again it would limit the assailant’s odds at getting both her witnesses. Sarah could tell they were heading north. She hadn’t talked to anybody or asked where they were going. She needed some time to think. The big question for her was: could she pull the trigger if given the chance? She could’ve when he confronted her in the Mormon Temple all those months ago. She tried to, but got careless. She looked out the window of the SUV and watched as the Hungarian countryside raced by. Seeing Armond again would stir up a lot of internal shit. Knowing he’d raped and murdered her sister, how could she not shoot him when given the chance? She felt the vehicle slowing. They were pulling into a gas station. For Hungary she was surprised at how new and modern looking it was. They pulled up to the pumps and stopped. The driver turned in his seat. “Grab a coffee. We have five minutes.” Sarah opened the door and looked around before jumping out.
