As I turn off the highway, following an equally faded sign pointing in the direction of the motel, I pass a police car going in the opposite direction. It looks like they had the same idea I did. I slow down as much as I can and catch a glimpse of the back seat of the car. It’s empty. So they didn’t find Quinn at the Baxter Motel. I pull over on the side of the road, debating what to do next. The police obviously searched the motel and didn’t find her there. Am I wasting my time? But I still have that feeling. I think she would have stopped here. I’m going to check it out.
