I could barely recall how I arrived at the hotel. The last hour was a haze of squealing tires, trembling palms, and a hard shove against my chest.
The instant I hit the front counter, I slammed my ID on the counter, my throat rough as I spoke in a hushed tone, "A room. Any room."
The receptionist hardly looked up, her fingers darting across her keyboard before she handed me a key card. "Room 608. Enjoy your stay."
I doubted I would.
My hood pulled close around my head and low over my face, I sprinted down the hallway, my legs trembling as I took the elevator upstairs. Any shadow was dangerous. Any passerby, a critical gaze.
My chest was still heaving as I inserted the key card into the lock and stumbled into the room. My hands were cold as ice, my body was still pumped up with adrenal
