The sky is a churning mass of black and deep purple cloud's as the plain dark gray sudan pulls into the old truck stop. Driving around the gas pumps and greasy spoon, the car stops infront of the run down motel. The rolling sky opens up as the trench coat clad special agent steps out, the heavy cold rain quickly flooding the dirty old parking lot. Slow the handsome dark haired young man makes his way to the shabby motel office. As the door opens the dirty blond desk clerk looks up from her magazine.
"Ya need a single or a double?" She asks still not getting up from her tall stool. As the young FBI agent moves up to the desk he notices that the young woman is very pregant.
"Errr neither actually." The young man admits. "I'm looking for a friend of mine Tom Soutters."
"Don't know him." The woman answers.
"He checked in here last nite... tall man black hair blue eye's."
"I wasn't workin' lastnite, but I can ckeck the book for you." The blond woman grunts flipping open a worn and tattered old book. "Oh he's in room 12 I'll ring him if you want."
Yes...please." Grunted she reached over and pulled the desk phone to her and punched in the number. Fox starred out the dirty windows at the rain as they waited, it rang and rang. Find the woman hung up and shook her head.
"Her not there... might be over in the diner."
"Hmmmmm maybe." Fox answered as he watched the it grow darker the rain falling even harder. "I could check I guess." He said softly heading for the door.
"Hold up." The woman called from behind him.
"Yes?" Fox asked as he turned to look back at her.
"Well being as your a friend of his and all...guess I could give ya the second room key." Smiling slightly Fox walked back over to the desk and took the key from her out sretched hand.
"How do you know I'm not a burgler?" He asked smiling wly.
"Yer dressed to good and anyway you knew his name and all." The woman answered going back to her reading.