I pushed the door open and motioned for her to go in.
She crossed her arms.“Do I even want to know why you can do that?”
“No.”
“Is this a biker skill or a Push skill?”
“Yes.”
Anchor barked out a laugh.
McKayla shook her head and stepped into the room.“Fantastic.My knight in shining criminal charges.”
“Door was basically asking for it,” I muttered.
Room twelve smelled worse but looked exactly the same.
Anchor stepped in behind us and looked around with obvious disgust.“They really did order shitty photos and curtains in bulk.”
McKayla glanced around slowly, comparing.“Same,” she said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
We headed back to room eleven, and I let the door to twelve click shut behind us.
McKayla stood in the middle of her old motel room with both photos in her hands.“So the pictures were taken in one of these rooms,” she said.
“Yeah.”
Anchor nodded.“Looks that way.”
I looked around room eleven again.The bed.The cheap art.The window.“I’d bet it was this room.”
McKayla turned toward me.“Why?”
“Because this guy’s a psycho, and this was your room.”
Anchor grunted.“Easy enough to break in here, too.”
McKayla’s gaze moved to the window.“So he knew I was staying here.”
“Yeah.”
“And he took photos of Erin here.”
“Looks like it.”
She hugged the photos tighter to her chest.“That means he’s been watching me.”
My jaw tightened.“Yeah.”
She stared at the bed like it might give her answers if she glared hard enough.
Anchor rubbed a hand over his beard.“Yeah, but what’s the connection between you, Erin, and the club?”
“There really isn’t a connection to the other people and the club,” I said.“Not beyond them being found on the island.”
McKayla nodded slowly.“Maybe that’s the point.”
