Booth held the door open for Abi, glancing back at the man. "Might want to listen. Her husband is," he glanced out the door before continuing in a whisper, "mafia." He nodded slowly as the other man's eyes widened, then headed out after her.
"Well, only if he finds out." He paused and glanced back, realizing he'd left the liquor bottle in the office, then decided he really didn't want it anyway and jogged to catch up with Abi. When they reached the door, he slid the key in and turned it. "Time to find out."
He pushed open the door and felt along the wall for the light, finally flicking it up. The light came from a singular bulb hanging over the bed. "Wow," Booth said after a moment, "nice digs." The sarcasm weighed heavily in his voice.