“Nothing here. Did you find anything on the desk?” The dangerous-looking man asked.
“Exactly what did you expect me to find, Alaska? It’s a prison, not a dorm room. I highly doubt if he’s going to keep anything personal for someone to steal.” Mr. Sexy said.
“There’s no need to get sarcastic, Elija. I just meant, maybe he liked to journal, or something. Do you see any food he might have kept for later... anything at all?” Alaska asked, in a grumpy tone that Kurby didn’t like him using on Elija.
Kurby almost sighed. Elija, what a nice and sexy name, to go with a nice and sexy man.
Elija sighed heavily, “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just... well...” Elija’s voice turned more agitated.
“Look at this place, Alaska. I mean, come the f**k on. This room was designed for maybe two people to sl
