Lydia nodded her head with exaggerated movements. “That’s the main reason I didn’t want to come back here. Too many people in one place. Too many bad reasons to get comfortable and forget about the dead things walking around outside.”
“That’d be nice. I’d lend a hand. Fucking assholes deserve it.” So what if she was still stewing from the other day. No one could blame her, least of all the incompetent idiots who believed they were the most qualified to take charge.
Gnawing on her lip, she tried to remember if she’d seen any of the hotel security confiscating any of the weapons of the people going into quarantine. “They said they didn’t, but who fucking knows. If they had, my sister - my other sister, she’s a medic - would’ve told me.” Cassidy would’ve told her, right? Lydia knew there were things her siblings didn’t tell her, but she hoped that wasn’t one of those things Cassidy would keep a secret. Not with Hadley’s life on the line.
Lydia frowned at the suggestion, not because she didn’t believe Bea would try it, but because Lydia’s opinion of hotel security was already colored in a negative light. “If you think he’d do it and not be a dick about it. Wouldn’t hurt to give that group a few more weapons. Who’s your guy? I haven’t talked to that many of them, but the ones I have talked to are fucking imbeciles.”
May as well get comfortable while waiting for the next group. Lydia didn’t really want to, but she planted herself on the empty chair. If her girls had been nearby, it would’ve been much easier to keep a leash on her temper, but they were under Cassidy’s watch right now. At least she had one person to talk to, who seemed to share more or less the same opinion on what was going on.
“Don’t know if it’s easier or worse being here on your own,” she admitted. “At least if you’ve got family, you’ve got someone you know and trust to watch your back.” And to keep the loneliness at bay.
Lydia couldn’t help but snort at Bea’s reason for being here. “Photo shoot? Posing or taking?” Bea didn’t really strike her as the modeling type, but she could’ve been wrong. Hell, maybe the photos were just meant to be scenic. “Just you, or are there more--” she waved a hand in a circular motion, trying to think of the best word for it. “--crew? Around?”
A nod. “Mm. Seven of us. Four adults, three kids.” A humorless laugh. “Fucking family vacation.”