Incensed that someone had rigged the aerosol can, he patted his eyes against his sleeve for a moment. He wanted to kill whoever had done such a thing. Turning off the facet, he gave himself a quick minute before he ventured a peek through his eyes. His vision was blurry, but nothing that would scar him. Gritting his teeth, he stalked to the bedroom and looked at the contraption rigged to his door. Had the maid done this? Who had he even pissed off to have done it? Staring hard at the twine and door spring in the dark room, he stood still in order to smell it out. There was something distinct about the scent. It wasn’t wolf though. He didn’t think he had encroached on any one’s territory just yet. Not when his only destinations had been to and fro the motel and Jack Quinn’s.
Angrily, he pulled down the unmarked can in order to look it over. He placed the nozzle a few inches away and took a quick whiff. The pungent scent stung his nostrils for a second. It couldn’t be, could it? Wolfsbane? This had been more than deliberate. This had been planned. His gaze moved out to the parking lot from his opened door. He shut it quickly, locking it in place. Grabbing hold of the dresser with the tv, he shoved it against the door and upturned the mattress against the curtained window. Acting quickly, he ran back into the bathroom. Climbing on top of the toilet, he unbolted the window and scrambled to fit his lean frame out of it.