Ruby
Ruby woke with a start to a dark room. The air smelled of beer, pizza, and musk. Where am I? The image of Brady as a serial killer flashed in her mind and her breath caught. But she wasn't hurt or tied up. She moved the blanket off her. A light underneath the door in the hallway shone, and she realized she still wore her clothes from yesterday minus her boots and socks. She was on Uncle Gustin's king-size bed. The dresser with a crooked drawer to her right. Maybe while she was here, she'd get that fixed since it was her fault it broke when she was a kid playing hide and seek with Crystal.
A loud snore sounded beside her. A male body lay next to her and rolled over, facing away from her. Tommy?
It had to be him, she could make out his broad shoulders and the lines of his T-shirt.
