Mea Maxima Culpa
Brooklyn, New York
Lisa got off the subway and walked the four blocks to the motel in record time. She climbed the stairs to the second level and headed down the concrete walkway toward #213. Her heart beat fast in anticipation of seeing her mother.
As she passed room #205, the door opened. Tom reached out and grabbed her, yanking her inside. His hand covered her mouth before she had a chance to scream. Once inside, he held a knife to her throat.
“Are you alone?”
Lisa nodded. “Yes! I did just what you said. Where’s Mom?” She looked around the room, heart racing. “Where’s Mom? And where’s Buster?”
Tom pointed toward the bathroom. “Buster’s in there, but your mother’s not here. I have her across the street. I wasn’t going to trust you.”
“Is that why you said 213?”
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