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I arrived in Texas late in the evening, exhausted from the long drive from New York. As soon as I discarded my rental car, I knew I needed a new one. But first, I needed to find the woman I was looking for.

I arrived at the motel where she was staying, and headed straight to the reception. The receptionist was a plump blonde woman, dressed in a black shirt and white skirt. I greeted her curtly, resting my right arm on the counter and slouching from the weariness of the ...