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towel appears in front of me. I take in gratefully and continue to
wipe.
    “How bad is it?” I finally
ask, pointing to his arm. It actually doesn’t look bad at all. Just a small
round hole with a trickle of blood running down over his bicep.
    “It’s a flesh wound. It just
needs to be cleaned out so it doesn’t get infected. I’ve had much worse believe
me.”
    “Yes…you have.”
    “I can’t believe you shot
that guy.” He remarks.
    “I can’t either. D-did I
k-kill…” I can’t finish my sentence.
    “No. You shot him in the
thigh and I shot him in the chest. He’s dead but you saved my life Jen. You
gave me the two seconds I needed to recover and shoot him. Otherwise he’d have
blown my brains out.”
    “What are we going to do now?
This place is a war zone in here.”
    “Did you use your own name or
ID when you checked in? Did you use a card or cash?”
    “I just gave cash and they
didn’t ask for any ID.”
    “Why don’t you get yourself
cleaned up and I’ll do some cleaning myself here. We don’t want to leave any
evidence that either of us were ever here. Then we’ll go our separate ways. You
should find yourself another motel like this one. Don’t leave any kind of paper
trail wherever you go. Someone obviously knows you’re in town and wants you
dead.”
    I really don’t want to take a
shower with Mark here but I guess it’s safe. If he wanted to rape me or
otherwise harm me he’s had plenty of chances. If I don’t take a long hot shower
I’m never going to stop vomiting. Blood is caked in my hair and dried on my
clothes and skin.
    “I’ll take a shower.” I say
to him.
    “Fine. I’ll get things
cleaned up here and when you get out we’ll leave.”
    Forty-five minutes later I
stagger out of the shower and get dressed. I had planned on taking a ten minute
shower but once I got under the hot water I couldn’t stop scrubbing. I only
stopped because my skin was getting red and raw. I still feel like I have blood
and guts on me but I do feel much better. I’m not sure what Mark was doing
while I was in the shower. Things look pretty much the same.
    “Don’t touch anything.” He
instructs me. “I’ve done what I could to get rid of any prints you may have
left behind. I’m also taking the pillow cases and the bed sheets. I don’t want
you leaving any DNA evidence behind. Why don’t you go to the shower and make
sure you didn’t leave any hair in the drain and put the soaps you have used in
this bag.”
    He hands me a plastic trash
bag so I go to do as requested.
    “Aren’t you going to take a
shower too?” I ask.
    “I can do that at home. For
now I’ll just wear my jacket over my vest. No one will notice.”
    Next he hands me my purse and
my gun. Closing the door behind us we leave my room. While I head for the
elevator he takes the stairs and that’s that. The nightmare is over, and what a
night it’s been. I glance at my watch. It’s nearly 2:30 in the morning. I’m
tired and hungry. Instead of finding a motel at this time of night I opt for
the first all night restaurant I can find; Denny’s. I collapse into the bench
at a table in the back of the restaurant and look over the menu. I wonder how
much time will pass before someone tries to kill me again?

 
     
    Chapter Eight
    Awakening

     
    “Ma’am?”
    My head snaps up and my hands
reach for my purse. Standing in front of me is a way too cheerful waitress for
the time of night it is.
    “What?” I ask sharply.
    “Would you like anything else
to eat?”
    “What?” I look around me at a
string of empty plates and platters. Holy crap, did I eat all that. Wow, I have
really been out of it.
    “No… I’m fine thanks.” I
murmur.
    “Well here’s your bill. Feel
free to just sit and relax until you’re ready to go.”
    “Uh… yeah I’m ready thanks.”
    I grab the bill and get to my
feet and a thought hits me. I grab my purse and feel around in it.
    “Fuck!”
    “Excuse me?” My