Chapter Two Maximus
“SO, NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING?” Detective Rena Burrows asked, staring at her partner in exasperation. “This is the third case with the same M.O. and nobody remembers a goddamn thing? Sorry, but I’m not buying it.”
Maximus Johnson, Max to his friends, thought about the three men n***d and slaughtered in room number forty of Motel Paraguay. The scene was straight out of a horror flick, and not the first one they’d encountered in the last two weeks. “Unless all of the motel employees we’ve interviewed, from three separate locations, are conspiring against us, I don’t know how else to explain it.”
Rena rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed. “It’s just... I don’t know. How can the perp check into these rooms without someone remembering something? And no I.D. or credit car
