I really hated this motel. It stank of old cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol, and that was me saying it. My standards had already hit rock bottom, so the fact that even I found the place disgusting said a lot. Still, it was one of the few spots where Carrie wouldn't risk being recognized. A woman like her had no business walking into a place this filthy unless she was here for one very specific reason.
To get her guts rearranged, most likely.
I stopped in front of the door and knocked. A few seconds later it cracked open. Carrie peered through the narrow gap, then stepped back to let me in. I walked inside and closed the door behind me.
"Hey," I said with a short nod.
"Welcome."
