David’s eyes shot open as he heard the cars pulling in. He’d fallen asleep.

David rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. Three seventeen. No one pulled in to a Motel at three seventeen in the morning.

He was awake.

David slid out of his chair and slithered to the window. One glance was all it took. Two vans. He rushed over to the bed and kneeled down near her head.

“Jessica! Jessica, wake up.” It was a whisper, but it was a harsh ...