The next morning…
Paulo Ramos stares at the ceiling, counting the cracks he didn't notice yesterday. Or the day before, he's not so sure. His head is still throbbing, not sharp, just a reminder that he's still here, still thinking.
There was a time he boasted about easy pay day. He even had a long list of places he would visit during his stay in Japan.
But now…
"Haaaiisssh," he exhales. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go."
Virgil Santos sits in the chair by the window, arms folded, eyes hard on nothing. Reyes stands near the foot of the bed, phone untouched in his hand. Salem leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking bored and sleepy.
"You still got paid," Reyes offers, too quickly. "Full purse."
Ramos snorts, and then regrets it when the movement tugs at his jaw. "Yeah. Great. I got paid to sleep on a canvas and wake up here. What a terrible luck."
Virgil finally speaks. "Stop."
Ramos turns his head slightly. "What?"
