Chapter 111 Won't See Coming

• Martin walked into his dimly lit motel room and did a little dance. He spun around, waving his arms in the air, laughing under his breath as the adrenaline pumped through him like a drug. He could not help himself; he was over the moon. For the first time in weeks, he felt genuinely happy and had a sense of direction.
• He had hit a gold mine. All thanks to Rita and her big mouth.
• He gave an exaggerated bow toward the empty room as if the walls of the motel were his audience watching his terrible dance moves. Rita had been so easy to manipulate, mostly because she was so vain and so desperate to be heard and seen. Martin did not even need to push too hard, like he had been doing with Anna. Just expensive food, a charming smile, and just the right amount of fake sympathy, and she had cracked like thin ice and spilled her guts to him.