Alan sat on the bed, biting his nails. He had checked in using a fake I.D. and hoped the clerk wouldn’t remember his face. A minute later, Jordan arrived in sunglasses, hair tucked under a baseball cap. They closed the motel room door and exchanged quick, nervous smiles. “Did you bring… you know?” Alan pointed to the bag in Jordan’s hand.
“It’s in there. What did you tell your boss?”
“I said I had a doctor’s appointment. Your family?” It seems that Jordan, too, had used the excuse of a doctor’s appointment. They chuckled at the coincidence. “You still want to do this?”
“Of course. We’ve been planning it for weeks. But if anyone finds out…”
“They won’t find out.” Alan said. He eyed Jordan’s bag, thinking about what was inside. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Jordan stood by the bed and was startled a moment later by Alan’s cry of shock. “What the…” Alan was at the bathroom door, staring inside, his mouth hanging open.
Jordan joined him and looked inside the bathroom. “Oh, no.”
It took them a second to fully realize the horror of their situation. “What do we do now?”