BEFORE BRENDAN LEFT his room for breakfast a knock sounded on the door. Justin had already gone, and, unless he had forgotten his key, this was unlikely to be anything good. Brendan hoped it wasn’t Katie. If they were going to engage in yet another round of bullshit, he wanted some coffee first. He was tired, his face hurt, and he looked like crap.
He padded over and glanced through the peephole. Leo was standing in the hallway. Brendan’s heart sank. Between Leo and Katie, Leo was probably the worse option.
“Come with me,” Leo said unceremoniously when Brendan opened the door.
“Uh, sure.” Brendan fumbled his shoes on awkwardly while holding the door open with one hand.
Leo led him down the hall to another hotel room whose door was propped open. Inside was Dr. Meyer, her first aid kit s
