Ryan finished his dinner, grabbed one more root beer and headed back to his room. He sighed in satisfaction as he loonies outthe windows on the way up. Locking the door behind him, Ryan realized he didn't have a change of cloths. He had left his backpack in his safe house...
He looked through some drawers and found a pair of panamas that fit him perfectly. Strange. But cool. He put them on and lept into bed. He smiled as he closed his eyes...he wouldn't have for fear for his life this night...
He looked through some drawers and found a pair of panamas that fit him perfectly. Strange. But cool. He put them on and lept into bed. He smiled as he closed his eyes...he wouldn't have for fear for his life this night...