Chapter 45Steve tells me he misses me. “I hope it’s not a bad time.”
“Not for you. I’d rather be anywhere but here,” I say, steadying my breath and walking away from the crime scene through a multitude of watchful onlookers. The chief yells at me over the ramblings of the crowd talking and whispering. I ignore him and keep walking.
I block out the noise of tires crunching against macadam and the persistent call of the chief of police. I take a seat on a rusted metal chair outside the motel’s office door, and Steve talks about eating breakfast alone.
“You feeling all right?” I ask him, turning around and noticing the chief limping in my direction.
“I’m tired.”
“Get some sleep.”
“I want to, but there’s so much noise across the hallway and from the construction outside. It’s nearly impo
