The runs happened without much of an issue, but when Ash was standing in front of a different building this time, shivers ran down his spine. This appeared to be a run-down motel, he wanted to know Carter was staying here when he had such a lavish home, but he wouldn’t question anything.
He had decided although curiosity was gnawing away at him, the less he knew about the man, the better. The same bald man was waiting for him outside in the snow, and Ash pulled on his leather jacket closer to him as he stuck his hands in his pocket. He frowned when he felt the piece of paper in his pocket.
Oh, yeah, the detective. Well, the man hadn’t made any new attempts at contacting him, and although he had said he would get in touch if he decided to help, he knew he wouldn’t be helping him. He real
