Ryer had shown me to his spare bedroom in the far back of the section before he headed out to go do whatever the person the one phone had asked him to. I figured it was one of three people, Cade, Andrei or Maddox. He left me with little to do other than lie around and relax, which should have been what I did. But, no. After he left, and I waited on the bed for a moment, before standing up, and slowly moving around the room, looking around. I check the spare dresser for things, but they were empty and so was the spare desk and closet. My stuff from Alexi’s sat neatly in a few bags on the end of the bed.

With Ryer gone, I could dig around in his space and find out more about him. As far as I was concerned if I could open it, then it was fair game.

The first place I limped to was the desk where he had pulled the files out before, inside the same drawer there was a ton of files on all kinds of things. Some of them even had seals on them and blacked out marks. Everything I was finding was dated about seven years in the past and bared his own signature. They were incident reports and there was easily a hundred, in just the single file I was in.

I skimmed through a few reading what I could before tucking them away. It seemed they involved Ryer in some high-level stuff before they discharged him. Keeping his full name in mind, I was going to run it through not only our LHPD database but whatever ones I could get my hands on.

I was curious about his entire story and how he got here, but there was no way I was actually going to ask him.

Digging around in the other drawers, I didn’t really find anything more than a few pens, a notebook and just random office supplies. Every other room off the living room area seemed to be the same. Except for the two last doors, which seemed to be locked. I knew I had the skills to bust the lock on both doors, but the problem was after I broke them, I couldn’t hide the fact I had been in them.

But I might just be able to open it without actually having to bust the lock. I might just be able to slip something around the latch and pop it open.

Shaking the doorknob once more, I sighed. I wanted into the room to look around. Limping into the kitchen, I dug around in some drawers looking for anything I could use to slip around the latch in the door. There was surprisingly all kinds of things that I could use.

Deciding on a long thin metal knife, I slipped it in between the lock and doorjamb and the door popped open with no problem. The room that opened before me smelled like soft pine. In the dark, I could make out a large king-sized bed and a couple of dressers, some nightstands and a desk set. There were a couple of closet doors on the far wall, and a bathroom just off the bedroom.

Flicking on the light they used the same tile in the bedroom only far darker than the soft white-grey of the hall, kitchen and living room. His room was spotless, and that was amusing to me. He really didn’t seem the type to be so clean and put together.

Wandering farther into his space, I wasn’t sure where to start in here. Hell, The balls I had when I opened the door seemed to fade after I thought about how mad he was going to be if he come back to see me in his room which had been locked.

His feelings weren’t my concern, so I continued my raid on his personal space. Heading to the nightstand on the far side, the top held a hardcovered book and a metal water bottle. I opened the only drawer and looked inside.

There were a few bottles of regular pain pills you could buy at a grocery store and a box of condoms, which somehow, didn’t surprise me, he seemed like the type. Hell, He was even trying to get it from me before all this. Closing the drawer I laid flat across the bed and groaned. His bed was so damn comfortable. I could tell just from lying on it the way I was. Inching over the side of the bed, I pulled the blanket up and spied several gun cases.

I dropped the blanket when I heard the front door pop open from Ryer's bedroom. There was no way I was going to be able to get out of Ryer’s room now.

I debated just sitting up and telling him I was curious about him and his stuff, but that didn’t seem like it would go over well. So I did the next best thing, I faked sleep. Closing my eyes after shimmying back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to tuck under my head. I was expecting Ryer to freak out or yell, But he didn’t. I heard him enter the room, and he clicked his tongue no doubt looking at me.

“I left you with a room and you break into mine.”

I heard him move to walk around and the sound of the knife being picked up off the nightstand made me wait to hear what he was going to do with it. Instead, he let out a deep sigh.

“With one of my excellent knives too.”

I felt a little bad about it, but there was no way I was going to pretend to wake up right now. I heard him open something before he walked back over and the feeling of a blanket being laid over me had me perplexed.

I heard the light get flicked off and the sound of the lock on the back of the door being unlocked and closed. He didn’t wake me up; he didn’t bitch, he just covered me up and left. What the hell?

I waited for a good few minutes before I faked getting up and rubbed my eyes for dramatic effect as I opened the bedroom door again. Ryer was sitting on the couch with a laptop across his legs and a beer in his hand. I watched him take a long drink before he noticed me.

He said nothing as his eyes met mine, he just took a good look at me. I waited in the doorway for him to say something, but he still didn’t. He typed away on the laptop well I still just stood there watching him. He finished his current beer off and shoved the laptop onto the couch.

He had a computer program I was more than familiar with open and was tinkering with the settings. The program was a security camera system and had views of all around the property and a couple of halls in the house, like the front entrance. Two cameras seemed to lag behind the rest and Ryer was clearly checking the individual settings of the two.

He came back with another beer in hand and set to what I assumed was to re-sync the cameras and the program. I waited for a few more moments and my spine became a little more painful before I spoke.

“Can I have a look at that—-”

“Help yourself.”

He tipped the beer back and waited for me to come over and sit on the couch before he set the laptop on my thighs. Looking over the program, I closed the program and reopened it, the cameras views all came in focus on the screen and I saw the two that lagged behind. I reset them and got them online properly before setting the laptop back on Ryer’s lap.

He looked down and chuckled.

“Of course, you would know how to fix it.”

“I’m just aware of how the program works that’s it.”

Ryer looked at his open bedroom door. Taking another sip of his beer before looking at me and speaking.

“Next time, I’ll just leave the door unlocked or the key. So you don’t have to use my kitchen utensils to get into my room.”

“Right, I’m sorry about that.”

Ryer let out a deep laugh.

“No, you not. You did it because you could, plain and simple. Did you find anything you were shocked I owned?”

“You are right, I’m not sorry, I might feel a slight bit guilty but sorry, no. I was curious about what was behind the door, so I opened it.”

He just shook his head before sipping back the rest of the bottle. He closed the laptop and slid it under the couch. It was hands down the weirdest place I had seen anyone stick a laptop.

“You know, I didn’t take you for someone who would have a name like Ryerson Kelly.”

“I haven’t been Ryerson Kelly in over nine years. Ryer yes, Ryerson, no.”

“I went through your desk and the files inside.”

Ryer turned his head and hummed.

“You had a brilliant career ahead of you, plenty of missions you could have made it big. What happened seven years ago that made them discharge you with the reasons of concern to your teammates?”

“Wow, you really went through everything, didn’t you?”

“I’d like to know who I’m staying with.”

“As would I, Sasha Dean. So what’s your reason for being let go?”

“When you decide to tell me your secret past, I’ll tell you mine.”

Ryer looked puzzled before he set the beer bottle on the floor beside the couch and looked at me. His eyes bore into mine.

“You should take your next dosage of pain pills and go to bed.”

Before I could say much more he snagged the beer bottle off the ground and set it on the counter in the kitchen. He went from there to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.