Chapter 21

There was one bed, one effing big bed. It must be a king size, Manuel reckoned since it seemed to damn near fill the room. Alex stepped in behind him and slammed the door.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to go out like a snuffed candle.” He circled the bed into the bathroom, took a leak, and returned to sit on the far side of the bed and kick off his boots. He unstrapped the knife holsters and laid them on the nightstand before he stretched out, shoving one balled up pillow under his head as he rolled to lie on his right side, facing the wall.