After a long day she arrived in New Orleans at 10:45 pm local time.
The humidity was high and the heat was high.
(Jordan's thoughts)
Typical. I am either frozen or melting. What to do? What to do? I should probably get my grandmother to clear out my account. If I do it myself then Nigel can trace me. I'll call her later. What can I do for money in the free time? Ok. What else do I have to do in the meantime? Um… Get hotel room…Find a job…and avoid any use of personal information in any type of database. Well, that can't be too hard. Who am I kidding! This is going to be one of the hardest things ever. Of course, it's not like I haven't done it before. Ok. Jordan cut it out. You are talking to yourself.
Jordan needed to find a hotel room fast. It was already dark outside, anyone who has ever been in New Orleans at night it knows, it is not the greatest place to be after dark.
Jordan's grandmother had somehow gotten her a credit card under a false name so it couldn't be tracked. The first thing she did was walk to a nearby motel on Airline Hwy (a.k.a. Motel Alley). The only motel with an open reservation was the Eco Lodge.
Wow. Another wonderful choice by Jordan Cavanaugh! Could I pick a dirtier motel? Well, it is better than sleeping on the street and hopefully it is only temporary. Now, I need to find a job. I can't go into another job at a morgue for at least a few months. That should be enough time for them to give up on searching for me.
In the meantime, Jordan began to slip back into her most destructive habit that no one (not even Max) knew about. Alcohol.
