I remained vigilant in my chair beside the window. Looking out on the motel’s parking lot, I continued to scan the vicinity through the tiny chip in the blind. My backup pistol rested heavy in my lap.
After a time, I lifted my left leg and shifted my weight on the cheap pleather seat. The leg injury aches. Like a dull thud, it pounds away. I raised two fingers to rub my temples. The long day was taking its toll and my head was beginning to pound again.
The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly shivered making me confident that someone was outside again waiting and watching; maybe for me, maybe for whoever occupies the room two doors down. Those tiny hairs have never led me astray before. I believe in the things that they tell me and so I sighed heavily and glanced outside again.
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