CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Keri stood up from her hiding spot behind the bush and headed toward the motel, unzipping her jacket as she walked. She noticed that the soreness in her battered knees had subsided a bit, overwhelmed by the endorphin rush she felt as the motel got closer. The cries of agony she’d heard earlier from one of the rooms were intermittent now but clearly not over.
“Can you guys hear me?” she asked Ray and Castillo as she weaved back and forth, making sure to stay out of the glare of the few working lights in the parking lot.
“Yep,” Ray assured her. “We’re coming. “
She glanced to her right and saw both of them scurrying quickly along the fence in the same direction as her.
“How are we handling this?” Castillo asked quietly.
“Detective Locke,” came the urgent voice of Sergea
