Garrett let himself into the hotel room and quietly shut the door behind him. There was enough light coming in from the curtains that he could see Hannah was not in bed. The covers were rumpled, and the bathroom door was shut. He hoped she wasn't sick. He listened for a few moments; he was very familiar with the sounds of her being sick, and he did not hear those sounds this time. Quickly, an idea began to take shape. Grabbing his bag, he rifled through it, moving faster as he heard the toilet flushing and then the sink come on. When Hannah opened the door, he was in place.
Standing behind the bathroom door, he waited until she'd cleared the room and then came up behind her, placing his hand over her mouth. He felt her tense, but moved his mouth to her ear. "Shhhh...."
Hannah panicked fo
