You drive back over to the hotel, Blake is waiting for you right outside.
Joe pulls up after a few minutes, he wasn't far away.
Both of you,
It's dark outside now, and quiet. You get the feeling you're being watched when you pull into the hotel parking lot. There is a murder of crows on the power lines across the street, watching you silently, unmoving, only visible from the dim light of the single street lamp. There are a few hundred bugs flitting around in the light of that street lamp, like Metamucil swirling around in a glass of water before it settles to the bottom.
What do you do?