Bryan entered his house in Rose Street. He slumped down on the couch and took out the ring from his pocket and looked at it intently. Why did the appearance of this ring bring so much trouble into his life?
He put it back and took out the blood stained clothe he had used to wipe the blood on his hand. He had hoped to have it tested to see whose blood it was but now he wasn't going to do that. He had to stay indoors and not raise any flags.
He was glad that he had this second house here and it was a quiet one. He sighed and his mind wandered to Regina. She was helping him a lot and this blind faith made his heart warm. He was touched by how much they believed that he was innocent when even he couldn't tell what actually happened.
She had helped them rearrange the cameras in the hotel hallway and to throw his location out the window. She was indeed a great help and he was indebted.
