Twist nodded, fine with the idea.
Scanning the room she located the customary pad and pen each hotel provided and leaning over it scribbled out a note.
Her handwriting was clumsy despite the slow pace at which she wrote, but legible.
You can not hide from us so let us talk. Text me. 555-###-####
Leaning back she surveyed the note with a small frown. She maybe should have let Mable write it. Turning to Mable she showed her the note before placing it on the bed conspicuously and then reaching to grab the box.
"If he comes back before we find him," she explains "Ready?"