Chapter 5

“Not exactly what you were used to, I’m sure,” Ray said once Ben had looked around.

“Let’s put it this way,” Ben replied. “Compared to how I’ve been living recently, it’s a palace. Compared to what I had before the shit hit the fan, yeah, it’s not great, but right now I’m not complaining.”

“There are clean linens and towels in the closet between the bath and bedroom, and we keep the kitchen stocked with basics.”

“What, no filets mignons and champagne?” Ben kidded.

Ray laughed. “Not on our dime. The laundry room is down the hall, right past the elevator. Oh.” He took a phone from his messenger bag, handing it to Ben. “It’s a burner with three hours’ worth of minutes. Durand’s and my phone numbers are already programmed in. Even though it’s untraceable, I suggest you don’t call your old friends.”

“Yeah, right. Like I’ve got any now.” Ben pocketed the phone then went to look out the window opposite the bookcase. “Great view, if you don’t mind rooftops.”