Condensation dripped steadily onto the painted floorboards.

He eyed the black suitcase and took a slow sip of his beer.

“Clearing out already, cap?”

“I’m going to find a motel in town.”

He smirked and folded his arms over his chest, pinning the cold glass bottle against his shirt.

“Probably for the best.

You’re getting everybody around here worked up over nothing at all.”

“You and I both know it isn’t nothing.”