Rum didn't have a lot of things, so it didn't take long for Gustav and Lukas to get him settled after one last check of Tinie's apartment.
They had gone through the place a shit ton of times, but Tinie hadn't left anything behind.
Not a clue. Not even a speck of anything useful.
If anything, his apartment looked as though no one had ever lived there.
"Feels like this place was meant to be abandoned in the first place," Rum muttered, lying flat on his back right in front of the door.
The apartment was big enough for him. Or rather, it was big enough for the entire crew.
But he chose to lie directly in front of the entrance like a dog waiting for its owner to come home.
He tossed a tennis ball into the air and caught it repeatedly, passing the time.
"This is boring." He frowned. "Red said to be myself, and Khan told me not to."
But that wasn't his biggest problem.
