The Porsche with the Pinstripe Tattoo

Chapter 2:

Sally sped down the back roads and onto the freeway, crying. She headed East. The Porsche's tears began blinding her, making her vision fuzzy. Sally quickly wiped the tears away as she continued down the I40. A few hours later, she approached Arizona, crossing the border. The attorney then turned down Route 66. Suddenly, her engine began sputtering.

The Porsche slowed down and pulled over. Her engine stalled. Sally mumbled to herself then looked around. There was a motel across the street. The attorney grinned and crawled over to it, knocking on the lobby door.

" Hello," she called. " Is anybody there?! If so, do you have any rooms available?!"

There was no answer. Sally decided to try the rooms next. Again, there were no answers. The building was empty. She broke down crying, again. This time, she cried herself to sleep.