Mike had been awakened by a desk clerk about an urgent call a few hours before. How McBride had gotten the information was not part of the conversation, but Mike knew it was done forcibly. With McBride throwing money at the problem, Mike drove directly into Brookville, about seventy miles from where he was staying, and readily found the motel and the room. The place was completely quiet, relatively dark and as far as he could tell, nearly deserted. He left his car and stepped up to the motel room door. It was easy enough for him to pick the lock. The rest of the motel complex was silent, as he pulled his small gun from the shoulder holster and stepped in.