Two hours later, Brian quietly closed the door to the bedroom where Makayla was finally sleeping. He walked across the small efficiency apartment, grabbing the computer bag he had placed on the bar stool when they entered. Crossing over to the couch, he turned on the small lamp sitting on the end table next to the couch before he sank down onto the rich leather, and pulled the laptop out. He booted it up and entered his passcode.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded menu that Makayla had given him in the car. He quickly scanned the information she had written down. A swift shaft of admiration shot through him at the details she had placed into categories, as if she were documenting information on a new species of marine life she had discovered.
His gaze froze on the sketc
