She knew he would have seen her if she had gone for the highway. It was too wide open. The woods on either side would have given ample shelter, but getting to them posed the same problem; too far to get unseen. So she had run in the open back door of the motel. Maybe she could find a way to get to the front and then run for the highway. She even tried the dusty pay phone by the front counter, but it was dead. When the motel inhabitants had abandoned the building years ago, they'd taken everything with them but a number of fixed pieces of furniture. Sarah couldn't find anything to use as a weapon. She stayed low, hiding under a window that looked out to the back of the motel where the police car had gone over the edge of the hill. She had watched as the guy realized he was standing on the brown grass alone. He turned and ran to the edge of the building where he disappeared from her sight. She decided to count to ten and then venture outside. If the guy stayed in the front of the building, searching for her near the highway or in the woods, maybe she could get below the edge of the hill and be gone.
