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hake felt significantly underdressed in faded khaki and a t-shirt as he approached the hotel’s front desk and shrugged out of his backpack. He was weary after the long drive up from McAllen with only the new Willy Nelson-Merle Haggard CD for distraction, and he needed a quiet place to take a nap. The Fairmont Hotel looked like it could provide that and a hell of a lot more.
Located in the heart of Dallas, one of the state’s biggest and busiest cities, the Fairmont was the sort of venue that coddled high-rollers and catered to wealthy organizations in town for conferences or parties. He saw the occasional Stetson and some exotic boots, but most of the people wandering in or out of the nearby glitzy bars, shops, and restaurants were in business suits or dresses that were what the c
