CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Perhaps predictably, it was a cheap hotel. Ilse kicked her shoes off where she sat on the bed, staring across towards the large mirror over a long, wooden dresser. She sighed slowly, leaning back as she did and resting her head against the bed.
She glanced towards the door. Locked. She'd triple-checked. But... what if?
A slow, anxious knot formed in her stomach. A familiar knot. It wouldn't untangle unless she gave in. No rhyme, no reason... Only action solved it.
Sighing, but knowing enough not to fight the instinct she got up, moved to the door and checked the locks again. And again. And again.
Then, certain they were secure she reached for the strap of the laptop bag Sawyer had checked out for her from the precinct.
Bleary eyed, crossing in view of the mirror again
