Tom had not been in the diner, so Fox wandered back through the rain drenched parking lot; to room 12. Inserting the key into the lock, he opened then door peering into the dark room. He fumbled for a moment to find the light switch, and clicked it on. The dim 45 wat bulbs lit the shabby room, making Fox's brow knot. The motel room was a mess, bed covers scattered across the floor; chairs and table over turned. There had obviously be a struggle in the room, moving in slowly and carefully Fox examined the scene. Clothing lay mixed with the bed covers, muddy jeans and torn tuxedo shirt and jacket. Alone with empty food cartons from the diner, Fox decided he'd need to talk to the waitress's at the diner......