the edge of the motel room she paused beside the window and listened closely through it.
“ Right but someone killed her before we got our product,” she heard one angry voice saying loudly. “So now you're still on the hook for it, got me?”
“ I know, I know,” she recognized Jeff's voice replying. “I'm working on it. Okay? This is a little know nothing town, some pesky cop probably lifted the product for his wife. It's only a matter of time. I'll get it to you, okay?”
“ You better,” the angry voice replied. “Because the boss' patience is wearing thin.”
“ I understand,” Jeff replied. “But really guys, I think you need to relax a little. Why don't we enjoy the town while we can? Let's go try out some of the local fare, it'll give me a chance to eye up the locals.”
“ I am kind of hungry,” a third quieter voice said.
“ All right then it's settled, dinner out on the town boys,” Jeff announced as if he was in charge. It sounded to Bekki like things were the other way around.
When she saw the knob on the door starting to turn she ducked for cover between some other parked cars in the parking lot. She watched through a window as Jeff B arnes and his two supposed bodyguards climbed into one of the flashy cars and drove out of the parking lot. Bekki waited until she was sure they had turned off the street, then she stood up. She walked over to the door of the motel room and took a deep breath. She was taking a risk, she knew that, but it seemed justifiable to her. As long as Jeff was free he could hurt other people, and Nick's hands were tied, he didn't even have grounds for a search warrant. Her hands were free however, and she had developed a knack for breaking in. She was just about to attack the door with a hairpin when she heard steps behind her. Taking a sharp breath she spun around, ready to attack, only to discover the owner of the motel.
“ Bekki! I thought that was you!” he said happily as he smiled at her. “What are you doing out here?”
“ Oh I,” she thought fast. “I was visiting my old friend Jeff Barnes, earlier today, and I'm afraid I left my purse inside his room. I hurried over here to get it from him, but I'm afraid I just missed him.”
“ Oh?” Mr. Parsons shrugged. “Well, here let me open it up for you. I know you've been through a lot, losing Jasmine.”
“ Thanks Mr. Parsons,” Bekki said with a smile of gratitude. “I will lock it up on my way out, okay?”
“ Sure, sure,” he nodded and gave her shoulder a light pat. “I'm really sorry about your friend Bekki. It's a horrible thing.”
“ Yes it is,” Bekki agreed, her heart pounding as he unlocked the door for her.
“ Have a good night, and be careful Bekki, okay?” he smiled at her with genuine affection.
“ I will Mr. Parsons,” she promised and tried not to let the guilt show in her expression.
As he walked away, Bekki slipped into the motel room. She couldn't believe her luck that he would happen to spot her, but she was glad he did. It made her feel less guilty that she didn't actually break into the room. She knew that she still had to work fast. If Jeff returned and found her here, who knew what he would do.
She still couldn't figure out what was so important about the supplies that Jasmine had, but she was determined to find the shirt that had her lipstick stain on it. She headed straight for the closet. When she opened it, she found a few crisp dress shirts hanging on the wire hangers. But not one of them had a lipstick stain on the cuff. Was it possible that he had discovered how to get the stain out? The thought of the stain made her think of something else. Maybe he had tossed the shirt somewhere as dirty laundry. She began digging through the bottom of the closet. There were only a few pairs of shoes, a small suitcase and a few old boxes that likely belonged to the motel. Inside the suitcase Bekki found some clothing, but none of the shirts was the one she was looking
“ Right but someone killed her before we got our product,” she heard one angry voice saying loudly. “So now you're still on the hook for it, got me?”
“ I know, I know,” she recognized Jeff's voice replying. “I'm working on it. Okay? This is a little know nothing town, some pesky cop probably lifted the product for his wife. It's only a matter of time. I'll get it to you, okay?”
“ You better,” the angry voice replied. “Because the boss' patience is wearing thin.”
“ I understand,” Jeff replied. “But really guys, I think you need to relax a little. Why don't we enjoy the town while we can? Let's go try out some of the local fare, it'll give me a chance to eye up the locals.”
“ I am kind of hungry,” a third quieter voice said.
“ All right then it's settled, dinner out on the town boys,” Jeff announced as if he was in charge. It sounded to Bekki like things were the other way around.
When she saw the knob on the door starting to turn she ducked for cover between some other parked cars in the parking lot. She watched through a window as Jeff B arnes and his two supposed bodyguards climbed into one of the flashy cars and drove out of the parking lot. Bekki waited until she was sure they had turned off the street, then she stood up. She walked over to the door of the motel room and took a deep breath. She was taking a risk, she knew that, but it seemed justifiable to her. As long as Jeff was free he could hurt other people, and Nick's hands were tied, he didn't even have grounds for a search warrant. Her hands were free however, and she had developed a knack for breaking in. She was just about to attack the door with a hairpin when she heard steps behind her. Taking a sharp breath she spun around, ready to attack, only to discover the owner of the motel.
“ Bekki! I thought that was you!” he said happily as he smiled at her. “What are you doing out here?”
“ Oh I,” she thought fast. “I was visiting my old friend Jeff Barnes, earlier today, and I'm afraid I left my purse inside his room. I hurried over here to get it from him, but I'm afraid I just missed him.”
“ Oh?” Mr. Parsons shrugged. “Well, here let me open it up for you. I know you've been through a lot, losing Jasmine.”
“ Thanks Mr. Parsons,” Bekki said with a smile of gratitude. “I will lock it up on my way out, okay?”
“ Sure, sure,” he nodded and gave her shoulder a light pat. “I'm really sorry about your friend Bekki. It's a horrible thing.”
“ Yes it is,” Bekki agreed, her heart pounding as he unlocked the door for her.
“ Have a good night, and be careful Bekki, okay?” he smiled at her with genuine affection.
“ I will Mr. Parsons,” she promised and tried not to let the guilt show in her expression.
As he walked away, Bekki slipped into the motel room. She couldn't believe her luck that he would happen to spot her, but she was glad he did. It made her feel less guilty that she didn't actually break into the room. She knew that she still had to work fast. If Jeff returned and found her here, who knew what he would do.
She still couldn't figure out what was so important about the supplies that Jasmine had, but she was determined to find the shirt that had her lipstick stain on it. She headed straight for the closet. When she opened it, she found a few crisp dress shirts hanging on the wire hangers. But not one of them had a lipstick stain on the cuff. Was it possible that he had discovered how to get the stain out? The thought of the stain made her think of something else. Maybe he had tossed the shirt somewhere as dirty laundry. She began digging through the bottom of the closet. There were only a few pairs of shoes, a small suitcase and a few old boxes that likely belonged to the motel. Inside the suitcase Bekki found some clothing, but none of the shirts was the one she was looking
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