Fifteen miles down the road, he spotted a low-lying motel sign along an off-ramp. With the neon-pink vacancy light flickering on and off under the promise of a $25 room, he decided to invest some of his new cash in a decent night’s sleep before another long day of travel. The place looked like a dump from the outside, but the unlit parking lot located in the back away from the interstate and frontage road was an asset. It was highly unlikely that anyone from the bar could have identified his car in the first place, but there was nothing wrong with a little extra caution.
Once inside his musty room, Sean took a long shower that drifted between hot and cold water on its own terms. By 12:30 a.m., he was sacked out in his boxers between a springy, queen-sized mattress and a multicolored bedspread that reeked of a smell he couldn’t identify.
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