Chapter 12: The Rivers
“We’ll scope it out, okay? We’ll find her,” Connor added, unconsciously running a hand through his hair, making it stick up like dark icicles.
He could feel his wife’s discomfort. She knew just from his immediate silence that he was forming a promise: they hadn’t found Haven, but today was going to be the day that they’d come that much closer to her.
Now there was over a foot of snow. Not like that was very exciting for February. But the roads weren’t that good. The Rivers had just made it into town and the sudden storm took them by surprise since the whole ride into the state had been cloudless and unassuming.
“We can’t drive anywhere in this, Lindsay,” Connor called out over the chill wind. “Let’s just get the room and order pizza or something.”
“Your weird pizza or my weird pizza?” she asked, smirking.
Connor shut his car door and half-ran to the door of the motel’s office. “Yours,” he replied.
Lindsay smiled warmly at him.
They entered the warm, snug office and stomped the snow off of their boots. The counter was vacant. A yellow bell sat next to a sign-in sheet attached to a clipboard. They approached the desk and a note was shoved underneath the bell.
Had to leave-no power at home-to start generator. Return uncertain. Manager.
The Rivers glanced at each other. Connor guessed they still had to pay, but there weren’t any security cameras around. It was nice to be in a small, trusting town again. He jerked his head towards the door.
Lindsay grinned. She jogged behind the desk and grabbed a random key. Jangling it, she followed Connor out the door.
Little did the couple know that the manager wasn’t actually trying to start his generator at home. Cameron hadn’t worked in a week, and he wasn’t exactly the manager of the motel. His manager had died a week ago and so the duties had fallen to the next employee in line.
But Cameron wasn’t interested in working anymore. He’d tried that right after he left the hospital. It lasted a month. In fact, he wasn’t interested in anything besides getting high.
“We’ll have to wait out the storm to head over to the Jacobs’ place,” Connor told Lindsay.
It was only a few hours later. Lindsay and Connor had polished off an entire pizza by themselves, which wasn’t anything new, and they had turned the Erotica channel on for some couple’s entertainment. Of course they’d gotten distracted and forgotten about the television---what else was there to do in a storm like this?---and now they were cozied up together on the bed. The sheets were spread around them on the floor.
“You know, I still can’t believe Cameron got busted sneaking around that place,” she replied.
“And it was weird that he couldn’t remember why he was there,” Connor added.
“That whole place is weird.”
“Agreed,” Connor said. Lindsay shifted so that her head rested on her husband’s chest. She was soft and warm.
“I hope we find Haven,” his wife told him softly.
Connor rubbed her arm affectionately. “We will, Babe. We’re getting closer with each lead.”
“How do you know that?” Lindsay propped herself on her elbow to look at Connor. “Each lead so far has been a dead end.”
“True,” Connor agreed again. “I don’t know, I just have a good feeling, that’s all.”
He didn’t want to tell her about the bad feeling he kept getting. It was like a persistent stomach ache. Each time he thought it was gone, it would creep back into his thoughts and make him more worried than he was before he forgot about it.
Lindsay’s left eyebrow lifted. “A good feeling about the Jacobs’ place? Yeah, right.”
Connor smiled. “You know what I mean.”
She nodded and rested her head back on his chest. “I wonder how he’s doing,” she muttered.
“We haven’t talked to him since his accident. Maybe we should check in. And I can't believe I didn't recognize him when I first saw him. I mean, Cameron Dowding, the famous werewolf hunter? I must've been really out of it.”
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Connor said, sighing. “That arrest was a one-time thing. He’s a smart guy. I bet he’s off killing werewolves somewhere, like he always is.”