I wasn’t prepared for how right it felt when she came out wearing her sweatpants from the night before, but with my tee on.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, waving at it. “I spilled that awful flatbread sauce on my sweatshirt. It stinks.”
“Not at all.” In fact, I loved it. “Plain or everything?” I asked, holding up the bag of bagels.
“Plain.”
We sat down to eat, but were only maybe halfway done before there was a knock on the door.
“Remo,” I said, pulling the door open.
He looked as rough as he’d sounded earlier.
“Milo.” Then, moving inside, “Monroe.”
“Hey,” she said, giving him a shy smile.
“I don’t have any extra coffee, but I got you a bagel and some hash browns.”
“Haven’t eaten in… fuck knows,” he said, exhaling as he dropped down hard on the couch.
“You got the footage?” I asked.
“You got a laptop?”
“Yeah,” I said, grabbing it.
“How you doing, Monroe?” Remo asked as I powered it up.
“I think that’s my question. You look like you’ve seen better days.”
“Seen worse too,” Remo said, shrugging.
I took the flash drive and plugged it in.
“Guy said it’s the night you saw him and all yesterday, so it might take a while to get through it all.”
I fast-forwarded through the footage, feeling my stomach clench when I saw Dom first enter my room. I exited to go get the food, then came back.
“Alright, here,” I said, putting the laptop down on the table so we could both watch Domenico leave my room and head down the hall to his.
And nothing happened.
All night.
Nothing. But then in the morning, Dom went out in what looked like workout gear.
There was… nothing.
“Wait. Can you roll that back?” Roe asked.
“You see something?” Remo asked, straightening.
“I don’t know. Maybe. No, further back. The night before.”
“Baby, there was nothing there,” I said.
“No, I think there was.”
