I’d killed a man.He deserved it.I’d also probably killed a woman who didn’t deserve it.The dirt road eventually turned into a paved one.The pave... road turned into a better paved road.I slowed down to a reasonable speed as soon as I saw my first passing car.From the condition of the buildings and roads, I assumed I was far out in the middle of nowhere. It was still the middle of the night and I was beginning to come down from my adrenaline high.I was slowly moving back into panic mode.I was in a. I decided right then that I was going to try to go with fruit and peanut butter crackers for lunch. Hell, maybe even a candy bar for a treat. During the afternoon, I saw some beautiful scenery as we rode along the back roads of South Carolina. We tried to stay on main roads, but not controlled highways. It was a challenge, but fortunately that’s what GPS does best. When we finally pulled into an 80 year old concrete block motel outside Hamptonville, SC, it was after five PM and I was worn to a. We sat eating andwatching TV for about a half an hour before we finished eating. Once I was doneI stood up and grabbed his empty plate for him and headed for the kitchen.“Where did you learn to cook so well?” I asked as I headed for the kitchen.“My mom owns Ebello’s and she taught me how to cook,” hecalled from the couch. I took and washed the dishes, putting them in thestrainer to dry, then fed Anna’s cats for her. When I was done Angelo stood upand walked towards me and as he passed he. We saw her car there. Rhonda used her key to open Laura's apartment door. We couldn't open it to get inside because the safety chain was set. We knocked next door and a young couple came to the door. He helped us break in with a coat hanger on the safety chain. We had met them once before so he had no hesitation about helping. Rhonda went to Laura's room and knocked lightly. The door swung open. Her bed was empty. I looked at her bed and it looked slept in. Karen went into the bedroom and nosed.