"Bullet to the head," Winter says without apology. "Come on, I got our room. Second floor, this corner." Good sight lines and two potential escape routes (three, if they blow out the wall). Also close to where he's parked. There's a staircase to swing down right there.

He turns to climb said staircase, duffel in one hand and the other, gloved, on the rail. "I'll explain when we're inside. I promise." He glances back at her. "How much do you remember. About me."