Her stomach twists as she smooths Bill's rumpled hair from his forehead in the gray pre-dawn light.
"Just for a run. Go back to sleep."
He gives her a sleepy half-nod.
"Mmmkay. Careful, s'bunnies."
She nearly chokes on guilt as her lips brush his cheek.
"I will. Back in a little while."
She slips out of the suite and heads down the hall to Bill's empty room.
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She finds the gun on the top shelf in his closet.
Jaw tight, she lifts the weapon with steady hands and checks the magazine, then tucks the gun into the waistband of her black running pants at the small of her back.
With its cold weight at the base of her spine, she's hyper-aware of every step, every flex of each muscle and every breath she takes as she locks Bill's door and heads downstairs.
She doesn't know if she'll find Ramon, but she has to try.