Chapter 18
In their tiny dormitory room, Xavier picked up his duffel bag by the bed and moved it to the corner of the room instead. But a few seconds later, he grabbed the bag again and moved it back to where he’d first set it down. Anxiously, he patted the bag, touching his belongings to feel secure, but his heart was pounding hard, and he knew he was close to unraveling. It was the nerves, that was all it was.
That punk kid had Billy’s wallet. That little sneaky thief. They should have turned back. Why hadn’t he tried to catch him?
Because there was that whole Daytona mess to think of. Couldn’t go to the cops.
Xavier paced, but the room was too small to give him more than two strides. He was already suffocating in here. They’d checked in at the Y five minutes ago and the guy at the f
