The rest of his clothing he wadded up and stuffed under the bed, intending to wash it in the machine tomorrow night after everyone was in bed.

His clothing taken care of, he retrieved the leather case of PMZ and stashed it in the bottom drawer of his dresser underneath his folded undershirts. Ordinarily, he would’ve never chosen such obvious places to hide his drugs and the bloodied clothing, but in this instance he knew it was safe, for no one ever came into his room without asking his permission. It was one of the strange quirks of these people, which he was now grateful for. As far as the money, there was no law prohibiting him from having it, but this bundle of money was stained with Collin’s blood, and they’d want to know how that had happened. He stuffed it in another drawer, o...

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