Jamie-Lee’s POV
Another Motel, just as run down looking from the outside, and off the grid as the last one but this time we have a male, native American owner, and he seems even more reluctant to engage with us than we are with him. After grunting that the rooms are cleaned twice a week and towels changed every other day, he thrust our keys at us and turned back to the small portable that was set up on the counter of the reception desk, tuning us out.
The room is surprisingly nicely decorated though and there is no weird smell coming from the closet this time. The bathroom is scrubbed to gleaming and overall I can’t complain about our new living arrangement.
I look up as Caden walks in the door, phone pressed to his ear as he nods to himself. ‘You trust the intel?’ he asks tiredly and I
