Sahara.
I can't recall the last time I actually came to Indianapolis.
The roaring sounds , car engines , I immediately knew I was in a raceway park .
One of the best places to see cars racing and formula 1 competitions .
The arena was packed , judging by the packed parking lot space I saw as we entered .
We were ushered like VIP's into a private lounge , it had a lot of food drinks a TV ample view.
I was so thrilled to see a bunch of cars race as the crowd cheered on .
I very much wanted the Ferrari to win .
Nathaniel's phone rang .
" yes , let him in "he said .
Shortly a gentleman in a dark shirt and pants , dressed like he was going to a mafia meeting entered followed by two more men.
After exchanging some brief greetings with Nathaniel, he looked at me with a look I couldn't
