Near the NC/VA line
Near the NC/VA lineNear the NC/VA lineRoom 120 had been decorated on a budget—thirty years ago. Gold, brown, and a faded shade of green—worn fabrics just short of threadbare and a hazy bathroom mirror that made faces it reflected appear ghostly. The faucet in the pale-yellow bathtub marked time with a slow, steady drip.
Room 120 had been decorated Tad Williams looked over his new digs and asked himself, “What did you expect for forty-five dollars?” He tossed his bags on the bed and positioned the room’s only chair so he could see both the television and the parking lot through a gap in the curtain. Too late for the early news, and the next broadcast still a couple of hours away, he focused mostly on the parking lot.
Tad’s unscripted escape route had landed him more t
