For the third time John sank his fists into the pockets of his hoodie. With his left, he fingered the ball of tissue that held the sleeping pill. His right stroked the smooth surface of his cell phone. He hadn’t been tired in the least when he’d made it back to his room, not that being tired would be a necessity once he popped the pill and gave it time to work. Yet bed hadn’t quite seemed the place for him. Not at that moment. Not then.
For a while John had considered hunting down William and seeing if the man was up for a game of cash-loss-free cards but decided that the risk of running into either Parker or one of the group outweighed the benefit of company. Instead, he’d unlocked and pulled out his laptop, just to type out his notes, he’d told himself, and logged on. While the black sc
