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Deciding to trust the man, for now, I entered the room, closing the door behind me. To give my hands something to do, I twisted the cap on and off the empty plastic bottle. The water seemed to clear my head. I paced around the small area of the room, noticing the painting hanging on the wall, the pale pink and white bedcover, the maroon drapes pulled closed across the balcony door, the dark bathroom, the king-sized bed, and yet it all registered on some other level in my mind. Mr. Elkhorn remained still, only his eyes tracking my nervous movements.
When the silence stretched for several minutes, he prompted me by saying, “Armand parked across the street. You got out on the passenger side, moved behind the International, checked traffic, then jogged across the road to the inn. You finge
