Putting on his shoes had been exhausting enough that Randall Lenz had to sit down on the chair by the window to catch his breath afterward. Even so, he looked on his current state of affairs as a small victory. At least he was no longer lying in bed, and he was sitting upright and wore a pair of shoes and a jacket. In another ten or fifteen minutes, he might feel well enough to actually walk out the door and go to the motel’s office. Lacking his cell phone, it seemed to be the only place he could get any real answers.
He’d brought the half-drunk bottle of water with him to the table and chair, and he swallowed some more, preparing himself for the ordeal ahead. Then he pulled the shabby striped curtains aside so he could look through the window and get some idea as to the lay of the land.
