The Trouble with Murder by Vanessa A. Ryan

Author:Vanessa A. Ryan [Ryan, Vanessa A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DX Varos Publishing, Inc.
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

In the early morning hours, a loud boom startled me from a sleep of bad dreams. For a second I thought it was part another annoying dream. Then came another boom.

I jumped out of bed. The chair was still under the doorknob. Whatever happened, happened outside. I looked at my cellphone. It was four a.m.

I opened the blackout curtains a sliver and peeked through them, in time to see a car race from the lot, its tires screeching. It didn’t have headlights on. It was dark outside, and maybe so was the car. I couldn’t tell because the lot itself wasn’t well lit, just the corridors were.

What I did see was the door to room five open. I wouldn’t have looked there except the light by its door was out. But there corridor was so lit up by other lights that the darkness around room five stuck out. And it wasn’t that way before.

Those loud noises I heard were gunshots.

Was it a coincidence that I parked by room five, and somebody had shot a gun there? Were those shots meant for me?

Oh, God. Please, no. Did anyone get hurt?

A man from the hotel office came out to see what happened. He stood by the opened door of room five. Lights went on in some of the other rooms, the ones that didn’t have the blackout curtains closed. But room number five was dark.

I couldn’t watch anymore. I felt sick. I was shaking. I went back on the bed.

They were after me. Who, I didn’t know. For what reason, I didn’t know. But someone else may have taken a bullet because of it. Because of me.

Okay, give it the benefit of the doubt. I didn’t know for certain those shots were for me. But I had been shot at before. History had a way of repeating itself.

Moments later I heard sirens approach. I went to the window. Two police cars and an ambulance drove in. They got there pretty fast. Not long afterward, more police cars showed up. Paramedics lifted someone from room five on a gurney. It looked like a man. He was alive but injured enough to be on a gurney.

That was the only person they carried out, so no one died. As horrible I felt for that person who had been injured, I had to think of myself. Who else knew I was here, except the motel manager? Not Rita. Not even Mr. Simmons. But could someone have followed me here?

In this instance, I was right to be scared. I could only hope if someone followed me it wasn’t the police. Because if it was, they’d look at the guest registration now and find out my room number. Maybe even knock on my door.

I wouldn’t open it. People were sleeping. I could be one of them. Call it intuition, but there was something about the police that made me suspicious.

My cellphone showed it was almost five a.m. I looked out to see the police had yellow-taped room five.

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