Hank and Alex shook hands and went their separate ways. Alex walked towards the back of the gas station and disappeared as Hank went towards his jeep. He wasn’t sure where to go or what to do, but decided since it was early evening to go back to his hotel. Staying in for the evening and ordering room service sounded good.
The Lanto Houston was always Hank’s preference for home away from home accommodations. He felt comfortable and relaxed there and at that moment he needed to feel as comfortable as possible.
Time passed swiftly on his ride back into the city. His mind repeatedly replayed the events of the past hours. Soon he found himself in the underground parking garage of the hotel.
After making his way up the elevator to his floor, Hank reached for his hotel room door. It was unlocked. This did not feel at all comfortable. Slowly pushing the door open, assuming that whomever had been there was now gone, Hank discovered the contents of his duffel bag strewn all over the room. The closet and drawers hung open. Fortunately, he had taken the only thing of real value with him as he traveled around Houston that morning; his laptop computer and its leather case.
He considered changing rooms or hotels, but assumed that whoever was looking for him would find him elsewhere. He chose to stay where he was for the night, but was becoming more aware that he must be cautious of his surroundings and who and what to trust. For a brief moment he even questioned whether he could really trust Alex Saber. He decided not to begin second guessing things.
Hank once had an assignment with a tribe from the outback, and learned some tricks for setting traps around camps to keep unwanted humans and animals out. Now he set up such a trap around his hotel room door to ease his mind while showering. He created the trap using dental floss, needle, and thread kit, which were provided compliments of the hotel’s bathroom basket.