BRIDGET'S LODGE
Few minutes later, the car pulled up in front of an old motel on the outskirts of town. Miguel stepped out, adjusting his jacket as he scanned the area.
Ash remained in the car, watching from a distance as Miguel walked towards the building.
He made his way to the room number he had been given and knocked twice.
A moment passed before the door creaked open slightly, revealing Bridget’s wary eyes.
"You actually came," she murmured, stepping aside to let him in.
Miguel entered without hesitation, his eyes sweeping the small room. It was a stark contrast to the glamorous life she once lived.
"Talk," he said, his tone leaving no room for games.
Bridget exhaled, closing the door behind her. "You might want to sit down for this."
Miguel remained standing. "I don’t have
