Yana said as she flopped down on the closest of the two double beds. Rae sat down next to her and pulled off her silver boots. Anthony handledhope the place is/ “I don’t care where we are as long as there’s a shower,” she answered. “That bar left me feeling like I’ve been rolling around in grease.” “But we found out what we needed,” Anthony reminded her. He closed the door, locked it, put on the chain, then stretched out on the other bed and closed his eyes. He looked wiped out-wiped out and worried with shadows under his eyes and tight jaw muscles. “We’re going to find Jesse,” Rae promised. “When we’re driving home tomorrow, we’ll make a plan.” Anthony didn’t respond. She opened her mouth to say something else but stopped herself. He wasn’t the kind of guy who let himself be reassured by empty words. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving,” Yana announced. “I’m going to check out the vending machines.” “I’ll go, too.” Anthony sat up with a groan.
