The trigger was pulled twice and, as you would expect, two bullets burst forth.
With a look of utter surprise, the little man groaned, looked down at where the projectiles had hit him, clutched at his bleeding chest, and fell to the already-stained carpet. Milner snatched what he had come for—what he had killed for—and ran out of the hotel room.
Shady Pines Motor Lodge. Sounds nice, doesn’t it? It’s not. It reminds me of every dump I ever stayed at when I was a kid during our dreaded “family vacations”: Two stories tall, with long walkways running past thin wooden doors and a safety rail that you’d better not sneeze on for fear of it collapsing.
“Furnished rooms” the ancient neon sign boasted. Hah! If you count a beaten-up circular table with a wobbly leg and a kitchen chair straight out of Beaver Cleaver’s kitchen as “furnishings,” OK. I don’t want to think about the history of the mattress that became my bed!
Before the divorce, I wouldn’t have been caught dead in such a place. But, when you suffer through something like that, your options are limited. My ex was awarded almost everything we owned. I got tossed out on my ear with nothing but a beaten-up Ford truck with no A/C and precious few dollars to show for more than a decade of marriage. The only thing I was grateful for was that we never had any kids to put through this hell too.
And then, the icing on the cake: Seven weeks after the divorce was final, I lost my job at the accounting firm.
This is very suspenseful! Not your typical theft / murder story. Goes a different direction.
Very well written! A couple of hold my breath moments! Ah ha to catch a thief! Never count your chickens before they hatch! Very good!
Now that's a clever twist! I didn't see it coming. Well done!
This was very good! Didn't guess the ending, nicely done!
Good little story
Liked it. Reminded me of an old "Twilight Zone" type theme. Like robbing a bank and finding out it's counterfeit money.