Chapter 15
In the motel’s small, but full parking lot, Xavier shut his door and looked at Billy over the car roof. It was close to four in the morning, and they’d just passed Tallahassee. They’d be in Alabama before noon, if they didn’t stop. Why was he so concerned with making good time? Billy was right: He didn’t have a dentist appointment in New Orleans. “So, okay, we’re paying cash and not using our real names, got it?”
“Yep.” Billy closed his door and threw his Looney Tunes bag over his shoulder. He checked inside the bag. “Okay, I have fresh undies in here. Good.”
Xavier glanced over at the Vacancy sign flashing on the crooked billboard by the motel’s front office. The place looked a little ominous, but they were both exhausted and he couldn’t drive another mile. “Who are you gonn
