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Help! Help me!

Joe rolled out of bed and hit the floor ready to run.

Sleep-fogged, he looked around, then scrubbed his hands over his face. Motel room, like all the others, only this one was special. This was in the town he’d traveled so far to reach. The red digits on the clock read two minutes past four.

Easing aside the curtain, he looked out at the parking lot and then up at the stars glittering in the night sky. In the bathroom, he plugged in the pot to heat water and dunked in a coffee bag. He sat in the easy chair and sipped bitter black coffee.

She would suffer for what she did.