Chapter 58

“It’s nothing remarkable, but it will do for a good night’s sleep.”

He flicked on the bedroom’s light, illuminating a queen-sized bed, one window overlooking thick, black woods, a secondhand dresser, and a bookshelf occupied with pieces of his ashtray art: a polar bear, skunk, a variety of vases, and a man sitting in what looked like a recliner. All the pieces of his valued collection were approximately eight inches tall and six inches wide. Rainbow color filled the bedroom because of their reflective brilliance.

“This is beautiful,” I said, being polite, although I had definitely stayed in nicer rooms, minus the Finn O’Rourke pieces of art.

“You’re being kind. Stop with the bullshit.”

I ignored him and walked inside the room. Within seconds, I pulled my shirt off, dropping it on the corner of the bed. I slowly turned around, reaching for the buttons on my jeans, and…