As soon as he got back to the motel room, Keir filled Teague in on what little he’d learned. After that, there nothing to do but wait to hear from Hoyt with an update. Or barring that, wait until late afternoon when they could both go back to the park to continue Keir’s impersonation of a homeless kid with Teague as backup. Thus the two men crawled into their beds to get some sleep.
Teague felt as if he’d barely dozed off when there was a light rapping on the motel room door, accompanied by his phone chiming. Blearily, he answered the call.
“I’m here. Let me in,” Hoyt said.
Teague did, after putting on a pair of jeans. He heard a rustling behind him and knew Keir was awake and probably doing the same thing.
Hoyt eyed the two men but said nothing other than to suggest they put on shirts
