Chapter 8
It was just past noon when Gordon and Charles entered Riverside. The sky was flat blue, cloudless. Charles drove his old Caddy, big and gun-barrel gray.
Gordon followed in his less impressive Mazda. His windows were down, the air conditioner having given out long ago. He listened to the radio, wiped sweat from his forehead with one arm. It was only June and he guessed the days were topping out at just under one hundred degrees. This was going be a b***h of a summer.
He followed Charles through the industrial area, through downtown, to the motel where he stayed. It wasn’t quite a dump, but would never earn a five-star rating. The aptly named Riverside Hotel looked out over the Snake River. The view from Charles’ room was nice if you ignored the littered gravel alley an
