"Should we call management or something?" Dean asked, but I launched forward, pushing the door the rest of the way open, revealing the motel
room.
Empty. It looked like any other motel room: double bed, dated TV, thrift store-looking paintings of ships on stormy water. It looked practically untouched
"Kate?" It caught in my throat, too quiet for anyone else but me to hear. Maybe she wasn't there at all. How did I know? Nia left the strangest clues, took us in bizarre directions.
"Kate?" The second time, I could properly hear myself over the blood pounding in my ears.
There was something in the air, a metallic tang. I could've imagined it. My paranoia ran high.
Drip drip drip.
The sound was in my head, flashing into images of Nia's blood pooled on the sidewalk. Nia draped over the fe
