Caleb pulled into a budget motel in South Carolina. He had insisted that he do the driving for the last eight hours or so. When Jericho was driving he feared they might die in a high speed crash before they had the opportunity to rescue the ladies. As it was they had made the 15 hour drive in only 12 and picked up two speeding tickets along the way. Before Caleb had put the SUV in park, Jericho had jumped out of the vehicle and was stalking toward the building. At first he was headed toward the office, then he must have caught a scent, because he turned and started going down the row of numbered doors. He skidded to a stop at number 18.
The door was already ajar, and some poor housekeeper was already at work inside, stripping the linens off the beds. “Stop!” Jericho ordered. “Don’
