Managed to catch my breath and get back onto my knees. My hand was moving toward the gun on my belt. As much as part me was screaming to put a double tap in the back of her head I resisted. Instead I wadded up the cash in my hand, trying to crush the paper out of existence.
This was why I'd gotten divorced.
Kicked the door of the car closed, leaving a dent and fucking myself out of a security deposit. It was cheaper then gunning down a girl on the sidewalk in broad daylight. Decided to take my chances without her and walked into the hotel. The lobby was deserted and it stunk like bleach. Rang the bell on the desk, looking around for anyone.