Grateful for it, Trey used the opportunity to organize his thoughts. He had to tell everything to Casey in a way she’d believe. Not figure him for a crazy person. Or worse yet, think him involved in the whole thing and haul his ass to the sheriff. As he always did when he pulled into the motel parking lot, he scanned the area, checking license plates on the cars before driving around to the rear of the building. He couldn’t believe his sudden attack of nerves when he unlocked his door and stood aside to let Casey precede him. He was glad he’d left the bedside lamp on low so they weren’t walking into a dark room. Casey sat down in one of the two chairs at the standard motel small round table, waiting for Trey to take the other one. Instead he locked and bolted the door then shoved his hands in his pockets and began pacing. “T.J., sit down. Please.” He paused for a moment in front of her. “I can’t. Sorry. Would you like something?” He waved at the room. “Not much here, but I can offer coffee or a cold drink.”
