Part I: Where Is Marques Haven ~

Haven finds himself in somewhat of a quandary tonight. Smokes, diet coke …gun., phone. Hum, something seems missing, off even….8;15 PM – April 25…. maybe. Something…isn’t right….

With the exception of him, the hotel-room is empty and quiet. That gentle echo rings sweetly in the back of his head, calling him to peak over the edge. Something is just not right. Was that…. couldn’t be….

There was a call earlier… can’t quite remember , something about…. Haven checks his pockets, but his mind already knows… empty. His mouth wants to let loose a “FUCK-A- DUCK”. Why can’t he remember?As his jaw tenses his body suddenly braces for pain – but it doesn’t come. The anticipation feels familar though… he’s certain of it. A hotel guests passes by the door… he peeps the gun but doesn’t reach… something is….

Whatever this is , it’s not good – never was. He contemplates, packing up… running. But why should he give ground? The echo is no longer faint. It’s louder now, much louder. Maybe a smoke will settle his nerves… better yet a drink. He reconsiders as a memory flashes by… a ticket, something about a ticket? Phone vibrates, unknown number. “Yeah” he thinks… what’s new. it always is. Then it happens, Havens tries to….