Atlas woke up the next morning, very angry.
He freshened up, and walked out of his room with a goal in mind.
However, he had to pause in his tracks on arrival at the top of the stairs.
"There he is," officer Ben said.
"Atlas, please go up to your room. I'll be right there with you."
He stayed stubbornly, wanting to know why officer Ben and two other officers were in the house.
"What is going on?" He questioned, walking down the staircase.
"Why are you dressed? Were you planning on going out?" Cara gave him a once-over.
"Yes. Can't I?"
Officer Ben sighed.
"What the fuck is going on? Am I under house arrest or something?"
A look was exchanged between all four of them.
He scoffed. "This is bullshit! I did not kill Vanna! I didn't sleep with the girl! My mind is a bit clearer today, so I was hoping to go back to the hotel, and see if I can figure out what the fuck happened. There should be footage right? Heck, Dez can get me even more!"
