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this little dress that just came to here." He touched the top half of his thigh. "Silk-like, and was she stacked!" His hands made a gesture as if supporting two great weights on his chest. "She was showing me everything, even the frills on her panties, you know. I thought she was a high-class hooker at first-you can't be too careful in this business, you know-but, boy, she was too classy for that."

"You saw her leave the next day?" Lincoln was sure now that Angie Saunders, Mrs. Robert Cort, had stayed at the Golden Arrow Motel. But where had she gone then?

"Wouldn't have missed it," chortled the motel owner.

"Why?" asked Lincoln.

"Some of the construction boys from Sinclair came out and saw her," the man shook his head. "The comments they made were just downright crude. She was wearing a black skirt and black tights, I guess. She had this tight, black sweater, too. Oh, did it ever show her off!" His eyes closed as he remembered the sight with ecstasy. "And then she wore this kind of loose shirt over it as well. Her hair was just tied with a ribbon at the back. She could use makeup all right, too, but when Tommy, this big construction guy, says he wants to get into her panties, she just stopped and looked him up and down. Then she said he could wear all of her clothes if he liked. She just loved soft, sissy kind of men. Heck you never saw anyone as red as Tommy. He was the color of that Corvette! Then the guys started teasing him, too. She came over here, and gave me a wink when she paid me. I ain't seen anything like that way she walked back to that car to get in it. Man, I lie awake nights just thinking of that sashay!"

Lincoln laughed. He wondered how this guy would react if he told him who had really been staying in his roadside motel. The guy would likely to have a heart attack! He sighed. He must be discreet, Lincoln said to himself.

"But the car," he enquired at last. "Did you see where it went?"

"Sure did," said the man, pointing up the highway eastward. "Due east, on the highway. Looked like she was going a long way, too."

"Lincoln frowned. "Why'd you say that?" he asked.