CHAPTER FOUR
Mia North sat on the edge of the bed in a sleazy hotel room off of Interstate 20 in Terrell, east of Dallas, watching her lunch spin on a microwave turntable.
She’d been there one night already, which meant it was time to get a move-on. She couldn’t spend more than forty-eight hours in any one place. While she still had to stay nearby so she could look for clues to clear her name, she couldn’t risk the police finding out where she was.
Tonight, she’d have to leave.
But not before I eat, she thought as the microwave in the kitchenette dinged. She opened the door and pulled out a cup of ramen noodles.
Fine dining.
Honestly, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a nice, leisurely meal. Despite all the crap she’d been shoveling in her mouth—Twinkies at a rest stop, K
