“We’re not exactly in season,” Jack said. “This place is open, it’s got its ‘Vacancy’ sign lit, and we’ll only be here half a dozen hours or so. And best of all, its parking lot isn’t visible from the road. Wait here.”

Before she could object, he was out of the car and heading toward the office.

Alicia closed her eyes, trying to blank her mind. This was all a nightmare. None of this had happened. Soon she’d wake up and find it all had been an ugly dream.

She jumped at the sound of a tap on the window: Jack—holding up a key and motioning her toward a row of doors to the left of the car. With a groan, she got out and followed him. Her limbs dragged… her marrow had turned to lead.

Jack opened a door marked “17” and held it open for her. As she stepped inside, he followed and closed the door behind him.

Slightly better decorated than Jack’s “country place,” but just as mildewy. Flowered drapes matched the spreads on the two double beds, but not the rug.

“Which do you want?” Jack said.

“Which what?”

“Which bed.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said. “We’re sharing a room? Look, things maybe be tight, but I can spring for—”

“Money’s got nothing to do with it. It’s the safest way.” He pointed to the beds again. “So, which one?”

Alicia pointed to the one nearer the bathroom. God, she wanted a shower—she craved a shower—but she had no clean clothes to change into, so what was the use?

“That one.”

“All right,” he said, sitting and bouncing on the other. “Then this one’s mine.” He lowered his voice to a Charlton Heston baritone. “But let’s get something straight, young lady: I know you’re mad crazy about me, but I don’t want you getting any ideas.”

He’s trying to reassure me, she thought, and had to smile. “Somehow I’ll manage to restrain myself.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m taken.”

Alicia sensed he wasn’t kidding about that last part. She watched Jack a moment, trying to sort out her feelings for this man. So much about him terrified her… he was a deadly, murderous creature—how many men had he killed tonight? Yet here she was sharing a motel room with him and not only believing him when he said he was taken, but almost envying the woman who had won his heart.

I can’t deal with this right now, she thought as she headed for her bed. I need sleep, a break, time out.

Too much had happened tonight. Returning to that house, seeing her old room, that man’s room, then the murders in the backyard… that had been more than enough. But then that small army chasing them, the shots, the screams, that truck exploding, lighting up the night…