December 19, 2013, sometime just before midnight
As evidenced by the fact that Katie had called for a ride from a boyfriend, I came to the conclusion that she still had no desire to sleep with me. What I didn’t know, was how her ride would change everything in our lives forever.
December 20, 2013, just after midnight
Katie says her ride is outside the hotel. We say good-bye. Thirty seconds later, pounding on my door. She’s back. The car and occupants that came to pick her up are surrounded by police, she tells me. I turn on the police scanner I have downloaded on my phone. First thing I hear is, “…at the Super 8 South.” Shit, that was here. I knew I had all the shite hidden from view but that was all I remember thinking about.
Katie gets a call. It’s her ride. He says he’s been pulled over. What we don’t know is that he had told the officers that Katie had a D.O.C. warrant, was in Room 141, and she had meth.
Five minutes pass.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!