Chapter 11
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They moved in spurts, going from one location to the next while seeking temporary shelter from the pounding wind and rain. It was gradually getting darker, and with the town’s power out, it would soon become impossible to keep moving without some kind of light.
The one thing Doc refused to do was to break into someone’s home. They were in bad enough trouble as it was with the botched grocery store robbery. The last thing they needed was to have more counts piled up against them. They needed to get out of this town, the sooner, the better. And knowing Doc, he’d think of something by the time the hurricane passed.
They found some respite underneath the overhang of a small Triple-A motel called the Piney Woods Motor Lodge. The office’s front glass windows had been boar
