Silver Dusk Motel
I stopped in front of the motel Seraphina had told me about. The building loomed in the shadows, its neon sign flickering with the kind of glow that spoke of secrecy more than welcome. I didn’t move immediately. Instead, I stood there, watching.
People came and went in pairs. Men with women, women with men, their laughter low, their steps close together, as though the motel’s walls held something f*******n only lovers were meant to see. The security at the front door hardly blinked at them—just a nod, a glance, and they were waved through. But I could see the way their eyes scanned the crowd. Sharp. Trained. Nobody was slipping past without being noticed.
I folded my arms, taking my time, studying the rhythm of it all. Tight security. Too tight for a place that was sup
