Everything was staged... even the pretext to leave San Francisco in such a haste was all part of his plan.
It was necessary though.
It was true that Hilsa had returned at the break of dawn, way after they had all given up on waiting for her.
He had managed to convince Abel to take another room, which in truth was the only logical thing to do. The girl, after all, didn't want anything to do with him and might have ended up creating an unnecessary scene.
What had happened on their date was lost to him. He could have sworn that these two had something going, and if he had to wager, he would have gone with these two dating.
Almost everything between them appeared to click. Even when Hilsa had been under the doctor's influence, she seemed to listen to Abel.
But then, shit had happened.
He had insisted on taking a separate room, and even after Abel had gone to sleep, he went out for some random rounds in the city.