Chapter 58

He hangs the towels on the rails like Ryan suggested, scoops the sweats up off the floor, grabs the socks still on the counter. The hall is empty, the darkness cool on his heated skin, Mrs. Talonovich nowhere in sight. When he opens the door to Ryan’s room, he’s greeted with sounds from the TV, a fzzztof static and then suspenseful music, fzzzt, a commercial, fzzt, a cheering crowd. This time when he closes the door, he makes sure it’s locked behind him. He doesn’t need any more surprises today.