Fix — Krossfire

Kross reached for the door handle. "Stay here. Keep the engine running."

David didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled up and vanished into the shadows of the motel overhang, grabbing the woman's arm and pulling her toward a side exit. krossfire

But David wasn't running. He was sitting on the cracked pavement, clutching the duffel bag, staring at the receding taillights of the truck. He was shaking. Kross reached for the door handle

Kross adjusted the rearview mirror, catching his own reflection. Dark circles, a two-day stubble, and eyes that looked like they’d seen too many endings. He wasn't a hero. He was just a janitor, sweeping up messes that the universe left behind. clutching the duffel bag