NINETEEN
It was almost midnight before Rora got back to the motel room. Still hoping that the men hadn’t killed each other without her around, she knew that leaving them alone had been a necessary risk. No one else could do what she’d just done.
Yawning, she started to regret not getting more sleep. She’d been on the road for almost forty hours, and while she’d taken breaks for power naps, and to grab food, she could feel exhaustion creeping in. Thankfully her addiction to coffee and loud music had kept her going for the last few miles, and adrenaline had a lot to answer for too.
The nearer she’d gotten to the motel room, the more concerned she’d been about what she’d find when she got there.
Her concerns turned out to be justified because when she opened the motel room door, every man
