CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Two Days Later
Atlanta, Georgia
Even though Leslie could list a million reasons the Blue Moon Motel matchbook ended up in Max’s hotel room after the killing, he insisted it was a solid connection to the person who killed Lorelei.
After checking into the Blue Moon, Max began his mission, impressing Leslie along the way.
Someway, he hacked into the motel’s computer system via their unsecured Wi-Fi. He got access to tons of files and emailed Orville the database with current and past guests and the employee records.
After then, they waited for Orville to work his magic.
“What are you gonna do if those files produce nothing?” Leslie lay on Max’s bed with her arm propped under her head.
“Stop being so negative.” He paced, checking the new burner phone. “It was fate th
