Soon they would need to stop. They couldn’t drive once the sun came up, and Graham knew it would be all too soon. He would have preferred they were farther from Los Angeles than this, but having driven at night when there was the least traffic had worked in their favor.
They passed a sign that read Welcome to Saint George, Utah.
Morton had fallen asleep about an hour before and he was loathe to wake him, but he needed to get them into a safe, dark motel room.
Ahead slightly he read the sign indicating food and lodging next right. He took the exit and passed the first couple of motels without stopping. The third one he came upon was called Crystal Inn and from the looks of it there were rooms that would face away from the rising sun. He pulled into the parking lot in front of the office
