Within a minute, I can hear Edge’s mouth as he and Rob make their way down the long hall to the room. A knock on the faux wood door. Rather, not a knock but a fist pounding.
Sarah shifts toward the door, but I grab hold of her arm, pull her back.
“Allow me,” I insist.
I go to the door, open it.
“Get inside,” I order.
Edge and Rob enter, carrying the cooler behind them.
“Where do you want the supplies, Chief?” Edge says.
I point to the foldable luggage stand. Then, “What did those cops want?”
Edge is still smoking. I quickly reach out, snatch the cigarette from his lips, toss it through the open bathroom door and into the toilet.
“Jesus,” Edge says. “Butts are expensive, asshole.”
“Just tell me what the cops wanted,” I demand.
Rob sits himself down on the edge of the bed, hard. “
