Chapter 9
Br’er rechecked the text from Randy on his cell to make sure he had the right room. He was grateful that Randy had agreed to getting a prepaid cell so the two could communicate anonymously without going through the escort service. Br’er knocked on the door. “Room service for a guy named Randy,” he called through the door. “Homemade sub sandwiches and salad.”
Randy opened the door. Br’er walked past Randy, giving the man a peck on the cheek as he did. “And I brought microwave popcorn and beer for later when we watch TV.”
“Sub sandwiches and salad?” Randy asked skeptically.
“What? Remember last week when I brought meat lovers pizza with double cheese? You said you needed to start watching your weight?”
“Yeah, sort of,” Randy replied.
Br’er set the bags on a small table in a c
