You could, however, play with him a little, too. Maybe he has it bigger than Lucas now.
I abstain from rolling my eyes again in less than five seconds from the last time I did that.
Fucking perverse.
Muah.
I don’t mind her and try to push Anora deep inside my brain until I’ll need her energy.
Last night, we all created a complex plan, and each of us was responsible for one piece. Paul, as the big idiot he was, didn’t care about his safety and wanted to come. At his insufferable insistence and his hunger for revenge, I got him attached to our plan.
The more, the merrier, as they say.
I would’ve loved to let each of us have a piece of Tamwine to cover as much ground as possible, but given Paul’s past with Bianca, I couldn’t trust him. I also didn’t trust Blake enough to leave him alone with Paul.
However much I wanted to go with Lucas, I found the reasons that stopped me from doing so. The first one was Blake, which I wanted to keep under observation, and the second… my feelings for Lucas.
And of course, he insisted on going alongside Blake in case the drug didn’t get out of his system, but I didn’t have the necessary strength to take care of Paul.
So, I ended up going with Blake to the first building on our list in the opposite direction from Lucas and Paul, to cover more ground in one day.
That is the train station.
Since I first came to this place, it seemed really strange that it was so full of flowers and too big for it to be normal. Only remembering the times I visited it when I was in Tamwine alone, I realise that something is wrong with it.
The perfection is normal up to a point, and in this fucking town… I have a feeling that the fucked-up things started at the origin.
During my travels here, I learned that the train station was the oldest building and that it was renovated when Marshall bought the hotel, so it couldn’t be a coincidence.
We arrive in front of it, and I see that, like all the other premises, the black shutters are shut at all the superior windows. I take a deep breath and go with Blake behind me to the building. To the only door we can see.
Blake gets past me before getting to the entrance and opens the door. He doesn’t wait for me to enter. I have to hold it so it won’t slam directly in my face.
“Fucking gentleman,” I mumble, closing the door behind me.
The ceiling is pretty low, but the room is very bright. Also, one thing is extremely strange. There is a door to the toilets, but that is really the only one. I don’t even see a pair of stairs here.
“Stay here. I’m going to look on the outside,” Blake says, and gets out of the building before I get to say anything.
I study the familiar interior. How could I have not seen how monotone it was on the inside? I mean, compared to the colourful exterior, it is a pretty big difference. All the columns and walls are in grey tones, identical to the ceiling. The floor is of an intense matte black, the same as the ticket booths on the left side of the room. The two employees are dressed in dark grey uniforms, with their hair in neat buns, no hair out of place. Both of the ladies seem to be around 50 years old, but their hair is as dark as night, and it doesn’t even seem dyed.
And I, who before Paul’s wedding was covering a few white hairs with a marker.
Their gazes, though, are exactly as the florist’s: empty, inexpressive, lost. They are just glaring at a fixed point in the building, without doing anything else. Also, there are no other humans here. The room is empty, aside from the two employees and me.
I can’t wait for Blake anymore, so I go to the door that pointed to the toilets. Inside, I am presented with three options:women’s and men’s restrooms, and a door with a sign that saysno entry.
When was the last time you played by the rules?
I grab the handle, but it won’t move at all, so it is locked. Of course.
I want to inspect the other rooms, but the main door is about to hit me. My instincts and reaction speed help me avoid it. I dodge it only by a few inches.
Blake enters the small and dimly lit hallway, and his gaze tells me that we don’t have any other option. We have to look around these rooms.
“It’s locked,” I tell him when he goes to the no-entry door.
He nods and points me to the ladies' room, while he goes to the men’s and tells me through his gaze to stay quiet.
