The Wrong Woman

As Mila and the group approached the motel, the receptionist whispered, "Looks like we've got more police coming."

A police officer inquired, "What do you mean?"

Pointing toward the elevator, the receptionist explained, "Someone called the police, and the manager just took a few police upstairs."

Not waiting for more, the police pressed, "Did a woman named Fenna check in tonight with an intoxicated man?"

Before the receptionist could respond, Mila and Cameron moved past the police, heading straight for the elevator to check the floor. It halted at the third floor.

Mila pressed the button again, and soon, Cole and Phoebe joined them. "It's the third floor."

The police from the front desk caught up, and together, they ascended to the third floor.

Outside room 302, the earlier police officers were still knocking on the door.

Cole pushed through impatiently and stated, "Stop knocking. Break it down, I'll cover the cost."

As soon as he finished his words, he kicked the door with determination. With a loud crash, it swung open, granting them entry.

the spacious double bed, Nathan lay fully dressed, undisturbed, seemingly deep in slumber after a night of heavy

scanned the room. "Where's

the bathroom, the sounds

bed, gently touching Nathan's face. Relief washed over her as she whispered,

Cameron into the bathroom,

to find Fenna bound to the shower rod, a white towel stuffed in her

help but chuckle. Fenna had clearly underestimated Nathan. Even in his intoxicated state, he was too much for her. Cameron approached Fenna, gently

eyes brimmed

from a man a

voice quivering, "I didn't do it. I swear." With stern and

inside the room, Mila had been trying

and took a glass

on the bed, his voice filled with anger. "What have you done

did nothing," Fenna protested,

keep his composure. "If you're innocent, why did Nate tie you up? Why