All Chapters of Murder Motel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

  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

  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

  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 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

   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