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The motel sat at the edge of nowhere... one of those sun-bleached stretches of cracked pavement and flickering signs that never really closed, just dimmed for a few hours between crimes.
Oasis Court. Weekly Rates. Free Ice.
Room 8 was near the back, shaded by a skeletal tree and a Coke machine that hadn't worked since Roosevelt. I checked in unde