Two men sat at the kitchen table that morning. One man went through some sheets of papers and was distractedly making comments in regards to the recent happenings while the other was lost in deep thought as he watched Lorenzo’s bedroom door and waited for all hell to break loose.
He discreetly glanced at the time on the microwave. Nine thirty, he was sure by now Lorenzo was awake but could not for all his thinking understand why the man had not yet left his room threatening to kill them all and demanding answers.
He looked back to the bedroom door and frowned. Lorenzo was never predictable, but the man had assumed waking up to an empty room and the clear evidence that someone had obviously accessed his private room despite all the security measures would be reason enough to send him in
