After about another hour of driving, Chatham pulled into a hotel called the Priceless Lodge. It looked to be a fairly nice place despite the cheesy name. All Shirley really cared about was getting a nice warm bed to sleep in and hoping that no one was going to come through the walls and try to kill her in her sleep. She felt reasonably secure that they were safe, but she couldn’t push her luck.
Chatham picked up the bag and they went inside to check themselves in.
As soon as they entered their room, Shirley sat her bag down and plopped her body down on the bed. She was exhausted. It had come over her quite suddenly, but the day of driving and the ordeal of almost being murdered again had caught up to her. Her eyelids felt like they had bricks glued to them.
She expected Chatham to be ju
