Chapter 7: Day 4, Night, Part 2Colby’s hotel room, as it had been earlier, was messier than Jason’s own, though not hugely so. That half-full suitcase smirked at them from the luggage rack; a scarf or two decorated a chair in stripes of grey and green, a pair of black boots nudged each other in the entryway, and an open notebook—with expensively textured paper, but turned to a blank sheet—lounged across the desk, along with script pages and sticky notes in a shower of rainbow colors. One note had come loose and drifted unheeded to the floor.
The curtains still hung open; city lights twinkled clear and multihued as jewels. A laptop sat on the bed, closed; it did not have stickers or any decoration on the sleek black shape.
Colby’s bed, Jason noticed, was made but wrinkled, as if someone’d
