Martin Fuller wasn’t a fan of small-town life. Having spent his whole life in the city, he wasn’t used to the quiet. He had a hard time sleeping not being able to hear sirens outside, so even though it was well after nine when he opened his eyes that morning, he didn’t feel the least bit rested.
Gardner was still asleep on the other twin bed, which didn’t surprise Fuller. They were up late, talking about the case. Both detectives agreed there was something odd about the whole thing. Sonoroka’s story made no sense and Fuller was sure he was hiding something. At the very least, he was worth looking into.
The motel room came with a small coffee maker, big enough for two cups of coffee. He brewed a pot and poured himself a cup, sitting at the small round table in the corner of the room, and
