92|Rosewood Motel-Part 2

Natalie didn't know how long she stood there and watched Igor and his cleanup crew efficiently wrap Ethan in the now bloody rug and bag him up in black refuse bags.

It all felt so surreal. But even in her dreamlike state, she knew she was next. There was no way Andrei would let her leave alive now. Not when she'd just witnessed a murder.

Did this make her an accessory to murder?

It wasn't hard to figure out where the cops would stop first once Ethan's body turned up somewhere. After all, she'd delivered his finger to his residence. Even with her pathetic disguise, she had no doubt in her mind Mrs Wilson and the housekeeper would easily pick her out in a police lineup. She didn't have that familiar grocery store face look. She stood out in a crowd.

While she was still processing the craziness in front of her, the door burst open, and in came two middle-aged men, dressed in casual clothes, with comms pieces looped around their ears and their weapons already drawn.

She wanted to shout wi