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38 | N. PAUL ONUZURUIKE

At the Lobby, he hands over his room key to the front desk Receptionist.
“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Sir. How was everything?”

“The room was great.”

“I'm glad you liked it,” checking Alonzo out.

“Yes, thank you,” turning to the breakfast caddy. He grabs a cup, empties a
chocolate pack, and presses the hot water tap. He reaches for a lid and covers the
medium-size cup. He later grabs a chocolate muffin and saunters out of the Lobby.
“Have a great day, my Friend.”

“You too, Sir,” settling Alonzo’s account and deactivating the room keys.

Interstate (I-49), Louisiana
SOUTHBOUND (05:11 HOURS)

Alonzo takes a bite at the muffin while he steadies the wheels with his left
arm, traveling south on I-49. He chews -- glancing out to his right -- which is still pitch
black; and at the speedometer -- registering 67 MPH. An hour later, he arrives at the
City of Ville Platte -- leaving another 49 miles to get to Lafayette, LA. He slows down,

takes the first exit, gradually comes to a stop, takes a left, and pulls into a gas station.
He kills the ignition, unbuckles his seat belt, opens the door, and steps down; then he
saunters into the gas station.

A few minutes later, he steps out of the restroom, heads for the cappuccino
machine inside the mini mart, and reaches for a medium cup. He fills it with hot