It was only a room at the time. There was nothing about it that Pete found out of place.
It was only a room in a motel in a city he never planned on coming back to. A fleeting memory, if one at all. But Peter Greenwell had the unfortunate honor of being the first.
When the phone rang, Peter was in the shower. He stood beneath the hot water, hoping it would calm his quick heartbeat. Het had been waiting for this call.