Unconditional | Jess and Sammy
Sam strolled down the concrete walkway outside the hotel rooms, looking at the notes in his phone, chewing on his thumb. So far, the list of names he'd compiled had gone nowhere, and he was about to give up and go back to his hotel. He stopped, glancing up and around the small duplex of rooms, each door with a different number, in a different state of disrepair. It was an odd little place, but it didn't look dirty, so he shrugged.
His eyes landed on room 303, and he frowned, staring at it. He hadn't knocked on that door yet, but there was a car parked in the spot in front of it. He walked over to it, pausing outside and putting his phone in his back pocket. Then he brushed his hands on his pants and knocked twice, squaring his shoulders and waiting.
