Caleb groaned after hearing the door slam shut and took a moment to decide his next move, ultimately getting up and opening the door to the guest room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, obviously frustrated, and he leaned against the doorframe and looked down to her. 

“I’m trying really hard not to be an asshole here, Lola,” he sighed as he crossed his arms. “I didn’t mean for all this to happen. I didn’t plan on killing him.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose before glancing at her again. His eyes scanned her face, looking at the freckles scattered across it. “I, um, I’m gonna try to get some sleep,” he mumbled as he scratched his head before leaving the room’s threshold. “It’s a long drop from the patio, and the front door’s locked from the inside, so don’t get any ideas. Good night, Lola.”

He pulled his shirt up and over his head as he headed to his room before plopping down on the bed, each wooden floorboard squeaking under his steps. Caleb never bothered decorating the apartment, so most things that it held were only for functionality. The room was white, but the curtains, comforter, sheets and furniture were all black, making a simple yet drastic contrast. Anytime Caleb did have a girlfriend, they would always try to spruce up the place, hanging pictures or putting decorative pillows on his bed, but each time he eventually dumped them, he threw it all away. He saw it as an unnecessary waste of time and money. 

Once in bed, he grabbed a pill from the orange bottle sitting on his nightstand and chewed it until it went down his throat, then pulled the comforter up under his arm and shut his eyes.

Maybe threatening her would be enough. If she ever confessed to what he saw, the crew would come after her and silence her. Could that be enough? Her eyes were alluring enough that he was unable to imagine saying [i]no[/i] to her, let alone pull the trigger if she decided to snitch. He would have to come up with some sort of plan before he brought her to his boss. Like Smith always said: “never bring me a problem without a solution.” 

He was satisfied, though, with the little bit of information she had now: She had only heard him be called Blue, she didn’t have her phone or wallet, and as far as Caleb knew, she didn’t know the name of the man he killed. 

After a few deep breaths, he was able to drift off into a light sleep.