Eliot had been looking for his brother the whole time. He would have dropped out of football if Mom and Dad would have let him. He'd even had Parker draw up a few missing persons posters for him. It might've done more good if he'd known his twin's name. And then he found him. His brother was checking into a hotel.

He smiled and followed them, figuring he could wait outside his brother's room if he had to. If he was coming here, maybe he'd been looking for his twin in the wrong place. Maybe he'd just been slumming like the kids he occasionally saw while he lived with Moreau.