Chapter Twenty Two
Blake I ran down the hall, scanning the motel numbers. "26, 28, 30,... 32! I found it!" I exclaimed. I twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. The room was clean and empty. "Sam?!" "She's not here," I heard someone whisper and I turned back to see the guy from the front desk was there in the door frame. "You told me she was here! Where is she?!" I saw that he was holding a needle or something. "And what is that?" "Something you should worry about," he murmured. He flicked the needle and it squirted out some juice and it landed on him. I noticed how it burn his skin slightly. He winced from the pain but brushed it off. "Whoops, better be careful there. Now, let's get this-" Before he could finish, a phone rung in his pocket. "Don't move, I need to take this," he commanded and picks up
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