Chapter 119

“Where the fuck is he?” Juan mumbled as he paced the fourth-floor hallway. It wasn’t a big deal. There was no one up there but Juan and Sam – dead Sam. Fuck.

Juan had got a text from Matt saying he was going to change at the station, call Jodi to let her know he was going to hang out with Juan for an hour or so, and be right home.

What Juan knew and Matt didn’t was he might not be right home after an hour.

When Juan had gotten the message, he made sure room 402 was blocked from bookings for the fifth time that day, and told Barb that he was expecting Matt and if he came through the hotel doors to direct him to the fourth floor. He told Daniel the same thing if Matt came in through the bar. He had called Trina to check on her and Mable. The stubborn old woman still wouldn’t eat anything. Then he had returned Nicolette’s call. He had told her Matt would be there in fifteen minutes. When Juan had returned to his room he was still in shock. He had just blurted out what he had found to Ni