It was past two in the morning when the knocks came. Someone was banging on the door, a sound that startled all of us. Peter was the first to jump up with his pistol raised. He didn’t move toward the door. He waited as the banging grew louder and more intense. I raised my hand and hardened the shadows around the knob. Peter nodded at me and I pulled the door open.
The housekeeping lady, dressed in matching red scrubs, looked terrified as the door opened with such force that it fell off its hinges and clanged onto the motel room door. The lady looked at Peter’s gun and my raised fist but made no effort to escape us. Instead, she took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Her heels clung against the wood of the door as she stepped onto it to face us without being outside.
“I am here to
