Owen moves over to bed to pick up the card. It represents something ominous. How did this card get here? Why was it placed here? For someone to have left this card for him they would have had to break into his room.
Was it the killer? Owen figured that it had to be. As he set in an interrogation room getting drilled with question after question, he had spent the time thinking. It had helped him come up with an idea of what had happened.
Owen figures that the killer somehow managed to get the keys from his kitchen a few days ago, somehow. He or she used them to steal his tools from his workshop. He already made the connection in his
“Owen.” Liv reaches for his hand and sits down on the foot of his bed, pulling him down with her. Once he is seated beside her, she turns to face him. “You were not a coward and you did not let those women die. It wasn't like you helped them kill those women. You tried to stop them and they hurt you. You were young and you were afraid. You were human. That affliction happens to the best of us sometimes and we can't do anything about it.” “So being human is an affliction?” He teases her with a smile, trying to lighten the mood and she chuckles. “Of course it is!” But then she s
Liv lifts a hand to her face, rubbing at her still closed eyes. They are so dry that they feel like sandpaper. She tries to open them but the light hits them and they burn like fire. She quickly closes them with a quiet groan, lifting an arm to cover them in the hopes of eliviating the pain. When she restlessly moves her leg, she freezes as it touches something. She encountered another leg. What the hell? Slowly she opens her eyes, letting them adjust to the pain. She remembers most of last night but she isn't sure how that explains the fact that he is in bed beside her or that she is still in his room come morning time.Last night s
Liv enters her room, ready to take a hot shower and get dressed for the day. She left Owen to deal with his angry mother and the rest of his family. Despite having just woke up less than half an hour ago, she is exhausted. Probably from flipping through so many emotions in such a short time. Anger and disappointment when she thought that Owen had a girlfriend. Jealousy. Relief and embarassment when she found out that the woman was his mother. Happiness at the woman's kindness. Amusement at the family's antics. Attraction so deep that it made her breathless as she had gazed at Owen, watching him with them. He was a different person a
Lacey turns to Andy and sighs. “I am really worried about him. I kow that he does not really want us here, but I can not just sit back and do nothing as this happens to him. I just can't. I am far too worried.” Andy moves over and wraps his arms around his wife from behind, pulling her body back to meet his. “Me too, honey, but Owen is a grown man. We can only help him as much as he will let us help him. We can be here for him. We can offer our unwavering love and support for him, but we can't push him too far. You know how he is. He likes to do things himself.” “That is the problem though..” Lace
Owen wondered what was going through Liv's mind. Through out the whole day spent with his parents, he got the impression that her mind was somewhere else. That's not to say that she didn't get on well with his family or that she was not her charming, smart and engaging self. She was happy and chatty, winning over his family in a heartbeat. He wouldn't be surprised if after today he and his mother were best friends. She did great. But she always seemed to be a bit preoccupied. In lapses in conversation, she would drift off. He wondered where she went. He would watch her as she got lost in her thoughts. Sometimes though, he would catc
Owen wakes up the next morning to pouding on the door to his private rooms. Heavy, frantic pounding. His cell phone is ringing at the same time. Then suddenly the banging and the ringing stop, leaving him only hearing voices. A glance at the clock on the table beside of his bed tells him that it is only a quarter til six. He rolls over and pulls his covers up, ready to go back to sleep when suddenly his bedroom door bursts open and Jack rushes in. “Owen. Get up! The police are here for you!” Owen sits up so suddenly that it makes his head spin. Swinging his feet out of the bed, he doesn't even bother to get dressed, he
Liv spends the morning going over the profile of the killer with Owen and his parents. They write down what they know for sure happened, which was that the killer or someone inside the motel, stole the master key ring to gain access to all of the motel. They broke into Owen's workshop, his bedroom, and the room with which they killed the woman. Who knows where else they might have gone inside the place. They wrote down what they suspected but couldn't prove. That the killer had someone on the inside, to give them information about where the keys were hidden and which rooms where empty. Which would narrow it down to three employees
Owen's heart literally stopped and then kick started again. Her words penetrated his mind and he could not help the grin that spread across his face. She wanted him. Just like he wants her. Without thinking of the consequences or how bad of timing this is, he moves his hands over to cup her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter against him. He kisses her on the lips and she responds eagerly, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue into his mouth. When her greedy little hands move down to his shirt to pull it up, he smiles against her mouth, knowing exactly what she wants. But before he does anything else, h