The possibility of r**e made him sweat a lot. What if it turned out as he imagined. He doesn't know how to take responsibility… Even though he said to Silver about them being living as law-abiding citizens, he doesn't want to go to prison for something he hasn't done it voluntarily.
"It was that damn woman and that driver's fault… Hmm… Wait a second…"
Suddenly, his eyes captured an air conditioner that was mounted on the wall.
He looked around the surroundings. There isn't much except for a 40 inch TV, a mirror, and an attached bathroom.
"This isn't my room. That's not it. This isn't even Greenpark hotel… That's right… I'm at a hotel, right now…"
A solution appeared in his mind.
Slowly, he got up, and just as he was stood up and about to get his clothes, he heard a yawn. Wil started to sweat bullets.
