Chapter 16

• ROBERT'S POV
• That night was one of the longest in my life. Despite the exhaustion, I couldn't close my eyes for a second. Barry's house was a far cry from my luxurious apartment at The Summit in Palo Alto. The hard, hole-ridden bed was a stark contrast to my comfortable custom mattress, which gave me restful nights. He had a ceiling fan, but it didn't work, forcing me to keep the window open, letting in mosquitoes, unlike my climate control system. However, on that night, the physical discomfort was insignificant compared to the emotional discomfort I felt.
• The hours dragged on slowly, and I remained lying there, staring at the ceiling as my mind raced. How would I obtain the necessary documents to establish a false identity as Bobby Davis? Everything I did seemed to lead to a dead end.