James bolted upright in bed, covered in sweat, heart pounding and feeling as if he’d just closed his eyes a moment ago. He settled back onto his pi...low, taking deep breathes to calm himself. It was early morning and the sun had just begun to lighten the sky. He drifted back to sleep. He was awakened again sometime later by the clicking of high heels on the hallway floor. It was lighter outside now but he hadn’t rolled over to look at the clock. The footsteps stopped at his room. There. “That’s our motto! Unless they come close, they won’t know what’s going on. And if they do, we’ll just jump into the pool and get the hell out of here.”I sniffed. “Run away from our folks?”“They won’t hike this far to look for us. And anyone else, we’ll never see them again. But hey, probably no one will come. I haven’t seen a single person in the last hour.” Heather’s voice was vivacious again, sensing that I was on the verge of giving in.She was right. I looked around one final time. “How do. Ive got a checking account and a credit card now. She added. Oh ? Yeah, I worked for my step-dads firm as an intern for the last two summers and the Christmas and spring breaks, plus I tutor kids in my spare time. She said as she held out her gold Visa card. I inspected it, not a gift card, but a real damned gold card with Erica Lynn Danzig embossed on it. You kept the name I said. Yeah, my step-dads a prick, I dont want his name or anything else she said. Ive got about $4,500.00 in a CD. Once they reached the hotel, the driver helped him get his suitcases out of the trunk of the car after Zeke paid him. Zeke tipped him before he made his way into the lobby of The Biltmore, a drab looking building from the outside, but pretty nice inside. After he was shown his room, he closed the door behind him and put his suitcases on one of the beds. He flexed and stretched and debated upon taking a nap. Instead, he pulled out his paperwork and called his manager to let him know he was in.