The Seaside Rest was the last real motel on that coastline. Every other had become a resort in the past two decades. The Seaside was the only place you wouldn't get gouged. Family owned and operated. And they accepted cash.

The people who went there liked that about it. At least the people who kept coming back. Some people would go and not like it. They wanted the resort. And going by the trends, seemed like the resort was what most people wanted.

Dave knew about the Seaside Rest. Not because he'd stayed there. but because of his job. He had to know every local business. Helped him track people down.

He had thought once... I should stay at the Seaside one day. But it seemed silly. He lived less than 15 minutes away from it. Why stay at a hotel so close? Now he kind of wished he had.

The magic of the Seaside Rest was about to disappear. When you went someplace for a mission it didn't feel special. Felt clinical instead. Kind of like how obgyns treat vaginas.

The Seaside Rest, Dave said to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just talking to myself."

"You do that a lot don't you?"

"Yeah."

Sarah laughed. He snickered back.

Sarah and Dave could talk to each other. Because Dave wasn't a unit. He wasn't under full control. He was closer to a contractor who came in when things got hairy. Two way comms. Sarah and Dave had a rapport. He respected her. Was damn good at her job.

"Okay. I think it's time to head to the Seaside Rest" she used the same voice he had when he said it. Slow and pensive.

The Seaside Rest, Dave thought.