Chapter Forty Six

The inn’s flickering sign welcomed Reed back, its neon glow casting eerie shadows on the cracked pavement.

The old woman at the reception barely glanced up from her TV, her eyes dull as she muttered, “you back.”

Reed nodded, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway.

He pushed the door open, the hinges groaning in protest.

The worn rug lay askew, and he knelt to lift it, revealing the loose floorboard.

With practiced efficiency, he lifted the rug and carefully removed the loose floorboard beneath it.

From the hidden compartment, he retrieved the bag of cash intended for Daisy.

Reed descended the creaky stairs, passing the old woman again.

She didn’t look up, lost in her world of daytime soaps.

With the bag securely in hand, Reed returned to the main area of the inn, passing the old woman once again.

She glanced up at him briefly before returning to her television program. Reed paid her little mind.

Reed stepped into his car, the engine roaring to life.

The junkyard lay on the ou
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