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..., the Fox Hole Inn, scummy and run down, perfect to keep a low profile. I have him let me off here. I get his cell number and grab my shit. The clerk eyes me from behind the counter, a fat toadish Indian man, way to suspicious for someone working in a dive like this. I check in for three nights at twenty bucks a night. He slides me a room key, room 3C. Up the steps and down the narrow hall, ...

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