When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 365

**Broken by Destiny by George Orwell 365**
**Chapter 365: The Best Room?**

Amelia was utterly perplexed by the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in Anderson’s mind. What could he possibly be thinking right now?

As the night stretched on, she made a mental note that it was getting late. With Josie staying by Anderson’s side, she figured they would manage just fine.

Anderson often appeared utterly inept, a figure of clumsiness in the chaos of their lives. Yet, when the stakes were high and his life was on the line, he surprisingly transformed into someone who knew exactly how to navigate danger.

After enduring a fierce battle to reach this point, Amelia felt completely drained. Each muscle in her body protested against movement, a testament to the exertion she had just endured.

Moreover, the haunting thought of the hitmen still lurking in the shadows loomed over her. She was the primary target, and bringing Josie and Anderson back into this perilous situation would only complicate matters further.

Resolute, Amelia decided to take matters into her own hands. She retraced her steps, grabbed the same motorized trike she had commandeered earlier, and set off toward the nearest motel.

In this desolate area, where public transport was practically nonexistent, having a trike felt like a lifeline. She had just taken on a group of assailants single-handedly, and the thought of walking anywhere was utterly out of the question.

Pulling up in front of a modest yet surprisingly clean motel, she dismounted and made her way inside, determined to secure a room for the night.

“Sweetheart, are you traveling solo? Looking for a single?” The owner, a woman in her forties with impeccably styled hair and a sharp demeanor, greeted her with an inquisitive look.

“Yeah. Just give me your best room,” Amelia replied, her tone firm.

She understood that finding any place to rest her head in this remote location was already a stroke of luck. A proper hotel? That was simply out of the question.

The best room available would have to suffice.

The owner’s expression shifted, becoming more businesslike. “Not an issue. Our finest room is located at the very end of the third floor. It’s quiet and well-kept. Just a heads up, it does cost a bit more than a standard room.”

She scrutinized Amelia, noting her beauty and composed demeanor. There was an unmistakable air of sophistication about her, a clear indication that she was a city girl through and through.

Someone like Amelia certainly didn’t strike her as someone who was short on cash.

Had she not possessed such an aura, her request for the priciest room would have seemed laughable.

Most guests would argue endlessly over the smallest discounts, some even driving her to the brink of madness as they haggled over mere pocket change.

But Amelia exuded a sharp decisiveness that set her apart from the usual clientele.

With a quick scan of the QR code, she completed the payment without a moment’s hesitation. Thank goodness this establishment accepted mobile payments; carrying cash was not her style.

The owner printed a receipt and handed her a key with a professional smile. “Here you go. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Amelia accepted the key with a nod, her mind racing. A key? Not a key card?

Was this truly the best room they had to offer?

As she made her way to the room, she stepped inside and was pleasantly surprised. It exceeded her expectations in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

The so-called best room was a standard double, but it felt warm and inviting.

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