Shadows From the PastChapter 73
Mike sat in the same position he had been in for the past hour, staring at the same spot on the carpet. Milky light from the window barely lit the grimy interior of the motel room as fluffy snow wafted down in the same silence as his thoughts. Upon the mattress lay his dead cell phone. He had drained the battery listening to the same voice mails over and over. They still echoed in his head, a playback he could never shut off. He finally raised his head. He ran his hand over three days of...