Same weapon.

It only has to point the other way.”

I carried the folder out through the lobby and put it on the passenger seat, and I didn’t open it again the whole way back to the motel.

The lot was full of contractor trucks, and somebody had leaned a mattress against the ice machine.

My door was standing open.

Frank came out of it holding my duffel bag by one strap, and he set it on the walkway the way a man sets down something he would rather not carry.

“Your key,” he said.