I was in a daze when I woke up the next morning. Our clothes lay on the floor in a crumpled heap, and there were glasses of beer. I couldn’t remember when either of us left the room to buy the beer, because I was suffering from a tremendous hangover.
Kaiser handed me a glass of warm water and some pills. It was already the second day that I was hiding with him in the love motel, and it couldn’t get any spicier. However, the fact that Kaiser didn’t have his phone with him, since he left it at the coffee shop, and that he wasn’t concerned about his businesses unlike before, aroused my suspicion.
I laid back with my eyes closed, my back hitting the headboard of the flimsy bed. Honestly it was a horrible place with a weird stench and I doubted they had acceptable hygiene practice in handling food and water, but this was a place that didn’t hold records of the guests who stayed. It would be hard for them to track us down.