Curiosity overriding the script, she inserted the master key into Room 9’s lock. It turned with a heavy click .
Billie bit her lip, playing the flustered tourist. “But I can’t afford an upgrade…” FakeHostel - Billie Star - An Honest Mistake -2...
The front desk clerk, a wiry man with a lazy eye named Greg, didn’t bother looking up from his clipboard. “Name?” Curiosity overriding the script, she inserted the master
The room was dark, smelling of leather and cheap cologne. And standing in the middle, shirtless, was not Max. “But I can’t afford an upgrade…” The front
He tossed the key onto the bed. “New plan. You’re going to walk out of here, tell Greg you found the wrong room, and ask for the basement key. That’s where your real scene is. And you never saw me. Understand?”
It was a man she’d never seen before—a mountain of a man with a shaved head, a thick neck, and a tattoo of a coiled snake slithering up his left arm. He was holding a roll of duct tape. On the bed behind him, a duffel bag was open, spilling out bundles of cash.
The man’s eyes went cold. “Wrong room, sweetheart.”