Goodbye Bryce

“Bombs!”

Jim throw the basket out of the window and duck, covering his ears. Bryce crawled on the floor and took cover beside the bed. But after a few seconds, nothing happens.

“Jim? Are you sure it was a bomb?”

“I heard a ticking!”

“But you didn’t saw what’s inside that basket? You just assumed it was a bomb.”

Jim nodded and together they look out the window to check the basket. The flowers and a vintage alarm clock were scattered on the ground.

“It wasn’t a bomb,” Jim clasp his chest, “False alarm.”

“It was a warning for me,” Bryce uttered nervously and thought of the anonymous call. He can’t figure out the voice since the caller used a voice changer to mask the sound.

Jim thought the same thing. But concluded that the next time, it will be a real bomb or a bullet in Bryce’s head or maybe in their heads.

After the incident, Jim suggested to checked out of the hotel and transfer to his place. Bryce cannot go home yet with his beaten face and Fabe specifically asked Jim t