Chapter 350: Quentin, Nadine

Tuesday. Motel. Georgia.

QUENTIN STARED OUT OF the gauzy curtains at the parking lot. Neither he nor Candi could sleep, though Wesley had urged them to try.

The shower turned off.

They'd need to eat soon.

Wesley had left them with meager supplies. One fully loaded gun. Two burner phones. Five hundred cash. And two bags of food from a gas station down the street.

Quentin didn't like staying here regardless of Wesley's assurance that they'd most likely be fine. Candi didn't appear to be at ease either, which only made Quentin want to get them out here even more.

The problem was getting their hands on a car.

The only ones available to them belonged to patrons or employees of the hotel. Those vehicles would be missed immediately, which meant there would be no lead time to work with. They'd need to have a plan about where they were going and how they'd get new wheels.

Wesley had made a good decision. Putting them here left both Quentin and Candi wholly dependent on him.