Chapter 249

Gavin

The motel room smelled faintly of old cigarette smoke and cheap detergent.

Not the kind of place someone like me would normally stay in. The wallpaper was peeling in the corners, the carpet worn thin from years of footsteps, and the single overhead light flickered every few minutes like it was deciding whether it wanted to keep working.

But it was quiet.

And right now, quiet was more valuabl