CHAPTER SEVEN
Ashley cursed under her breath as she flung aside the plastic curtain and stepped out of the dingy motel shower. It had finally dawned on her what the item was that she’d forgotten to pack. Her hair dryer. Unlike the majority of hotels located in the metropolitan areas of Tennessee, she doubted the rustic Pine Cone Inn supplied the necessary appliance. But it wouldn’t hurt to look. Wrapping a towel tight around her, she searched the two rickety drawers in the vanity area and the shelf above the hanger bar in the small closet. There was no dryer to be found.
Irritated, she unplugged her phone from the charger and checked the weather app. The time flashed 5:14 a.m. The current temperature in Ormond hovered at thirty-eight degrees with an expected daytime high of fifty. If she
