Twelve
We got Dion checked into a room across from Michael and me. We sat in his room, ate dinner, and each had a beer. I’m not much of a drinker, especially when I was working but sometimes there’s nothing like a really cold beer with dinner.
I finally made it to my room at just about ten in the evening. I don’t even remember getting in bed and woke up almost eleven hours later. I jumped up when I realized where I was and ran into Michaels room. He wasn’t there. I ran out of his door to find some different Marshals standing there. “Where is Michael?” one of them pointed to Dion’s room and let out the breath I was holding in and decided to take another shower instead of dealing with Michael so soon after waking. It was another hour before I walked into Dion’s room. I found them playing c
