“There’s got to be a key around here somewhere.” Ronnie glanced around, as if he might just happen to find the key resting on the floor. Of course, it wasn’t there. “Maybe a paperclip, or something we can jimmy it open with. Take a look around.”
Court sighed—he thought it was a fruitless exercise, and they could bunk down in the hallway or out in the reception area just as easily—but having a door shut against the world outside would be a nice change of pace. Keep them out of harm’s way, for a change. And afford them a little privacy, for once. Who knew? Maybe if they could get the door open, they might finally get to put the condom to good use. Court touched his back pocket to assure himself the little rubber ring was still there.
It was.
Heading back towards the reception desk, Ronnie called out, “Adam? Bree? You guys see any keys lying around up there?”