Neither of us spoke for several minutes.
Finally, I asked:
“Where are we going?”
“To the place Liam told me about.”
“What place?”
“You’ll know when we get there.”
Twenty minutes later, Sarah pulled into an old roadside motel outside the city.
The place looked abandoned.
The sign flickered above us.
I didn’t want to get out.
“Sarah, what are we doing here?”
She turned off the engine.
“Liam rented a room here.”
“When?”
“The week before he died.”
We walked inside.
Room 17.
Sarah pulled a key from her pocket.
I stared at it.
“You had this the whole time?”
She nodded.
“Liam gave it to me.”
The room was small and dusty.
There was an old table beside the window.
A chair.
A lamp.
And a locked metal box.
Sarah placed the key inside the lock.
Click.
The box opened.
Inside was a stack of papers.
A photograph.
And one final letter.
I picked up the photograph first.
It showed Liam standing beside Marcus.
But there was another person in the picture.
Daniel.
And standing beside him was someone I recognized.
I dropped the photograph.
Sarah picked it up.
Her face went white.
“What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t answer.
I took the photograph back.
