Chapter TwoThe door is locked, as expected, but there's still yet one that she can't pry open. With a small click, she enters the motel room.
There's nothing here incriminating in the room for her to find, no sexy lingerie that he puts on when nobody's looking, no camera equipment, no numbers for hookers, not even an extra shirt for him to change into. There's just a singular laptop on the desk with the power plugged in. He doesn't have a laptop and she did not see him bring it in, which means someone has left this laptop in the room for him.
Curiosity piqued, she settles into the seat in front of the desk.
It's locked from idling too long, but his wife had given her a list of all the passwords that he uses. He is one of those old school sort who writes down all of his passwords in a li
