Chapter 11: Jack's Jazz...Wrong Reason; Right One

Jack unlocked the motel building. He noticed some faded footsteps in the dust on the cracked tile flooring. The entrance was filled with trash. Since he was here a couple of weeks ago someone thought it best to turn a locked place into a dumping place. Grim face his purposefully walked towards the room where he was raised. He instantly noticed the door stood opened. With his hand casually on his gun he steps closer.

He slowly kicked the door wider stepping inside. The place was empty except for a bundle of clothes strewn over the dirty bed. He frowned stepping closer. He was instantly disgusted when he understood what he was looking at. Some perverted use the panties to ejaculate on and it seem like it was done recently.

Jazz…he thought, remembering she was naked when he found her here. It means the bastard had brought the clothes back. “I will know who you are one way or another.” He softly vowed.

He looked around and noticed the floor board