David opened up and clicked on the lights. The musty air matched the thick coat of dust on all horizontal surfaces.
Cindy pulled a tissue from her pocket in time to catch a series of sneezes.
Four single beds in the box size bedrooms were as uninviting as Cindy’s dust mite re-action.
“What happened to protection in the lap of luxury?” said Synch.
“We can’t take you to a motel. Too many witnesses. We’ll keep moving. You won’t be a ‘sitting’ target then.”
“Great,” said Synch facetiously. “Much better to be a ‘moving’ target.”
Cindy bit her lip. Her brow creased. She rummaged in her handbag and found her mobile phone.
“I have to call Mum,” she said.
“It’s after midnight,” said Synch.
“She won’t mind,” said Cindy.
“Don’t tell her where you are or what’s going on,” said David.
“Ok. I need some privacy though,” she said cautiously turning on a bedroom light and edging into the cheap aging depths. She closed the door behind her.
David looked quizzically at Synch.
“Girl stuff I guess,” he answered.
The detectives adjusted the curtains completely covering all the windows.
“How much do you know about Cindy,” Will asked over his shoulder.
“She’s a good worker. Her resume is excellent,” Synch answered.
Her muffled voice filtered through the door.
The detectives’ eyes narrowed at the shut door.
“Come o-o-o-on!” said Synch. “She is NOT involved in this.”
The pair looked unconvinced.
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