No Return

31

“He just left.” the man was back in his sedan, parked near where he’d been the night before.

He reached for his binoculars, then trained them on the woman’s room.

“No, she stayed behind.”

He focused on the room’s window, but the curtains were pulled, so he could see nothing.

“Not the motorcycle. The SUV.” He listened, then rolled his eyes. “Relax. He still found it.”

He set the binoculars back down.

“No, he didn’t seem happy at all.”