Jack stirred after two hours, finally blinking his heavy lids apart. Everything felt blurry. With a slight shake of his head, his vision became clearer but Caitlin and Xia Lei were nowhere to be seen. He jogged his memory, urgently jolting up from the floor. Jack grabbed the whiskey bottle over, twisted the cap open and took a sniff. There wasn’t anything out of place. Then, he repeated the action on the glass cups but found nothing weird as well. Following that, his gaze landed onto the side of the couch, finally noticing Xia Lei’s coat and Caitlin’s pants. 

Carefully, Jack picked up Xia Lei’s coat and began to rummage through his pockets. He found a shockingly plump wallet filled to the brim with cash. There were American dollar bills, Euros and even Pesos. Other than money, there was a Mexican driver’s license that had Costa printed on it and some ID pictures of his Hispanic get up. Soon enough, Jack found a passport. An observant look inside its content had revealed that there were no inconsistencies. The man stuffed everything back in place in the coat pockets and entered the corridor. 

As he strode along...