"Corey--who'd been walking ahead with Sam--let out a whistle. He gestured to a tractor trailer, pulling out of what looked like a parking lot. We jogged up to Corey and Sam. "Please don't be closed for the season," Corey murmured as we picked up speed. "Please don't be staffed by witches and demons, lying in wait for us. Please, please, please, just give us a break." As we approached, we saw the sign. REDWOOD MOTEL AND RESTAURANT. There were three vehicles in the lot--two cars off to the far side and a pickup with a topper in front of the restaurant doors. "This is good," Corey said. "Tell me this is good." "People. Phones. Food." I grinned over at him. "Yep, this is good." Daniel caught Corey's arm. "We should let the girls handle this." "Huh?" Corey said. "We just need to make a phone call, right? Hell, I'll give them my other twenty to cover it." "I just...I think we should hang back. We're in rough shape. That guy with the van was worried about me, not Maya." Corey sighed. "Fine. For once, you've earned the right to paranoia. Go get 'em, girls." He passed me the twenty. "Just in case."