Chapter 18

With nothing else to do until late afternoon, Teague decided to check out Faircrest as if he was a tourist. That way he could test his new look in the process. His first stop was the motel he’d been staying at previously. When he walked into the lobby the desk clerk who had been there that morning glanced up from her computer. She frowned momentarily, as if she thought she recognized him, then with a shake of her head she asked, “Are you looking for a room?”

“Perhaps,” Teague replied, coming closer. “What are your rates?” When she told him, he smiled wryly. “Sorry, that’s a bit too steep for my budget.” She suggested two other motels in town that were more affordable. He thanked her and left.

Other than that first second, she didn’t connect the new me to the old one. Probably told herself I reminded her of a dozen other guys who’ve stayed there in the past.