They were going to the hotel.
His lips stretched in a slow, satisfied smile. Fate had intervened.
Still, it would be a challenge. He could leave no evidence pointing to himself. Quick work would be required.
He sucked air deep into his lungs. Flexed his fingers.
The fire in his gut burned.
Walking down the hall, he detailed logistics in his mind.
He stepped outside into the hot, hot Denver air, the anticipation of an imminent kill pumping through his veins.