Chapter 17Laurie knew the keys he’d grabbed up were for the rooms around back, and that was where he directed Althea to drive the SUV.
He wasn’t really surprised no cars were parked in front of the Bartlettville Motel. In addition to the fact it was mostly used when couples checked in, how likely was it people would stop there when the world was coming to an end? Wouldn’t they be more likely to just keep on heading for their destination, wherever that might be?
The area behind the motel, though, with its diagonal parking slots before each room—it was deserted except for a lone car that had probably belonged to Carla, the night receptionist.
He shivered and continued to look out the window, unwilling for Wheat to see how shaken he’d been by finding Carla’s body. It hadn’t been so much se
