The Seven Stars Motel.
There was nothing wonderful about the Motel 6-ish joint on Blair Street in South Sacramento. It was clean, but out of date; one of those spots where low-end businessmen and vacationing American families went to stay on the cheap before taking flights out of town at the nearby airport.
The rain continued to slam down, the storm only getting worse. Lightning flashed in the sky, followed moments later by the deep rumbles of thunder. There were plenty of places to park, but none of them were right out front of where Ace Larson had sent them. Room 107. It had a rental Civic out front between two big pick-ups. By the time anybody got to the door, they'd be soaked.
Maybe the rain would help wash out the blood leaking from gunshots and knife slashes.
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