Vanessa
"We’re… we’re not going to the police station?"
Alexis, walking ahead of me down the dim hallway of this motel, turns around with a reassuring smile on his thin lips. Still, the sickly yellow lighting above his head sends a chill down my spine.
"I know you’ve been through a lot. I can promise you, you’re safe here."
"Safer than at a police station?"
My voice betrays the doubt clawing at my throat. What if I just got into a car with another psycho? After all, I can’t forget that I saw him shoot a man dead right in front of me.
He stops at a door and pulls keys from his pocket.
"Vanessa, you have nothing to worry about. I don’t want to take any risks right now. You know half the cops in Houston get part of their paycheck from guys like Jericho. For your safety, it’s better the
