Chapter 7Layne woke Saturday morning to bright August sunlight flooding the motel room. He stretched; smiling in anticipation of seeing Kieran within the hour—or a little more if he stopped for breakfast. He debated doing so, deciding he’d be stupid not to. After all, despite the fact he knew from their phone conversations that the kitchen at the house was now operational, as Kieran had put it, who knew if there was much in the way of food beyond the basics since it was only him living there. Now if ghosts ate…He chuckled, imagining the food bill for the week if they did.
He showered, got dressed, and packed the few items he’d unpacked the previous evening. After checking to make certain he hadn’t missed anything, he took his bags down to the rental car, tossing them on the passenger seat
