I hate doing that to people, deceiving them. But sometimes in this profession you have to. There's just no way of getting around it.
I made my way out to Lynwood, hoping Milton hadn't flown the coop before I even arrived at the farmyard.
I got to the Skyline Motel in the early afternoon and went into the office. The man behind the desk was tall and distinguished, much too classy for a dump like this one. He was attired in a nice black suit with perfectly coiffed hair and a neatly trimmed mustache.
I walked up to the desk...