Free Lost In Lies by Xavier Neal

new game plan.
                  After stalking three or four streets, disapproving a variety of offers, Justin finds a place that has more hints of home and a level of comfort than I’m used to.
                  “I like that one,” I point to a five-star hotel that’s lit up all the way to the top, with balconies looking over the beach scenery, and bellhop service is always a plus.
                  “Beautiful taste,” he paces slowly in front of the building. “Marble statues, crystal chandeliers, silk carpets, artwork—the classics mingled with very now pieces, like Neisel VanDulk. Upscale. Classy. A genuinely beautiful hotel.”
                  “So, too hard?”
                  Justin strolls back toward me and presents a red rose, “Nothing’s too hard for you.”
                  Impressed by the flower, I give a small sniff and ask, “How’d you do that?”
                  He winks as Peter and Belle round the corner from one side and Aiden and Eiden from the other. That’s a piece of luck. Finally. Justin slides his hands in his pocket as his gaze trails to the top of the tower.
                  “Could you pick a place more discreet?” Aiden nervously fiddles with his pockets.
                  “This is very discreet,” Justin declares, beginning to smirk.
                  “For who? The Kardashians?” Belle tosses out the insinuation, and I add to the growing collection of smirks.
                  “Hear me out. It’s got Internet access. Free, might I add,” Justin mentions, tilting his head in Aiden’s direction. “Easy accounts flooded with money to hack into and transfer around.”
                  “Oh, I like that,” Aden mumbles back in return, his eyes lighting up like a child who just saw a Christmas commercial and must write Santa ASAP.
                  “That’s one down,” Peter sighs, chewing loudly on gum.
                  “Tons of counter space for your makeup, free hair dryer, organic shampoos, and let’s not forget a huge vanity mirror that’ll make the one in the apartment look like a joke,” Justin continues, spewing this information as if it’s a fact, not just an idea.
                  “God, I bet they have free facial cream as well,” Belle whimpers, wrapping her arm around Peter’s.
                  Peter continues to count, “Two.”
                  “Large living space for room to work. I bet it could display not only the knives, bows, arrows, and guns that Jimmy will supply but give us a little room to examine some of the test merchandise he’s probably dying for us to play with ...” His words make Eiden’s eyebrows pop up.
                  “You mean like that 427 Snake Eagle with the hidden clip? Man, I’m dying to take it apart and see just how Jimmy hides that.” His happy sigh is followed by Peter’s wretched counting.
                  “Three.”
                  “You know I hear in places like that, they don’t have mini bars.” Peter’s face turns into a scowl, which is when Justin hits him with the big guns, “Yeah. I’m pretty sure they just have flat-out bars.”
                  “Like a full bar?” Peter questions.
                  “Oh yeah, from the looks of it, I wouldn’t be surprised if they had mixers in there, too. Of course, we wouldn’t be charged for it. It comes from the tax of the room, but if you think this place isn’t worth it, then maybe we should—”
                  “Sold! To the gentlemen in the idiotic Mr. Monopoly hat,” Peter shoots a finger at Justin.
                  Immediately, Justin glances over at him and scrunches his eyebrows, “Mr. Monopoly wore a top hat, genius.” 
                  “Close