19Room SixteenThe shotgun at his temple made Billy regret his decision to simply walk up to the door of room sixteen of the Laser Ridge Motel, Las Vegas. It had seemed a good idea to tackle the confrontation head on, but now the odds looked more than a little against him.
He didn’t think much of the motel either. It would be deemed “value for money,” he guessed. A typical establishment with all the doors to the rooms facing outward onto a walkway, and parking spaces for vehicles right outside.
Next to the office door, there was a vending machine that sold sugar-filled treats and another for ice. To the far right, there was an adjoining Claire’s Burgers fast food franchise, where the dual aromas of bleach and rotten lettuce blended with the gasoline in the air from stop-start traffic.
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