From The Road Out:
The parking lot was empty. Only three letters in the old neon vacancy sign still flickered. At a glance, it seemed the Bestvalu Motor Inn had been abandoned years ago, but as I drove up to the office, I spotted a woman seated at a desk behind a sheet of bulletproof glass.
The motel was a fleabag, that was apparent even in the dark of night, but it looked like the kind of place where I could get a room without creating a paper trail of my stay, so I got out of my truck and approached the woman.
She spoke few words and wore no expression as she confirmed she had a room available.
I smiled and said, “Sounds good. I’ll take it.”
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