CHAPTER FOURTEEN
By the time Keri pulled into the church parking lot on Hawthorne Boulevard at 101st Street less than ten minutes later, she felt like a balloon about to pop.
The combination of her narrow escape from Wickwire’s apartment, her technical status as being on the run from authorities, and potentially being on the verge of finding Sarah had her on edge. She had to repeatedly remind herself to take her foot off the gas so as to not be pulled over for speeding.
She actually passed the motel on her way to the church but a glance in that direction didn’t reveal anything overtly suspicious. Like half of the buildings on the street, it looked to be in disrepair.
It was a great place to set up shop if you wanted to avoid foot traffic or the unwanted attention of nearby business own
