Chapter 3
I must have dozed off. Not too surprising since this was the first time in forever I’d had a real bed in a real room, instead of having to use my sleeping bag on a roof or in an alley. I shot awake when there was a knock on the door. My first thought was it had to be Trent. My second? Don’t be stupid—again. It could be the cops, or, hell, the guy who hired me.
I eased off the bed, tiptoed to the window beside the door, and pulled the curtain back barely an inch to see who was there. I would have used the peephole, if there’d been one, but as I’ve said, this was cheap motel personified.
It was Trent, so I unlocked the door to let him in. His first comment was, “No safety latch? I guess I should have figured.” He handed me a box. “This will take care of that, and alert you about
