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The windshield wipers streaked the window as Oliver careened through a red light at the intersection of Powell and 82nd Avenue. He tapped a packet of documents on the passenger seat that were destined for service upon a cheating spouse at a hotel nearby. As traffic subsided on Powell, Oliver noticed a grey undercover police cruiser which had begun to follow him after he crossed the Hawthorne Bridge. He watched the vehicle pull into a service station at the intersection prior to the light. Oliver took a breath of relief that the cruiser had shown no interest in engaging him for running through the traffic light.
The Red Light Inn was a hotel nestled on the frenzied boulevard that earned a reputation as a place for a quick date. The clientele varied from office staff enjoying a “
