Evil Awaits: A tale of deception and murder. (en Inglés)
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Evil Awaits. A tale of prejudice, deception and murder in a small Arizona town. Life in the fast lane has bypassed this town and the characters are lost there with their dark secrets. A crude and ruthless family, a time worn law man, a restless woman, and a innocent victim drive this tale. It all begins with murder. A gust of wind hispered down the dark, deserted, main street of the small Arizona town named Prosperity. Carried on the breeze, a piece of newspaper slowly tumbled past the time worn buildings lining the narrow street. The paper came to rest against a rusty steel post. At the top of the post, blinked a small neon sign that read: PROSPERITY MOTEL, VACANCY. Behind the signpost, a line of small, shabby, cabins ran into the darkness. The cabin window drapes were all closed except for cabin number eight, which suddenly parted slightly and then closed. In the darkness of the small cabin room lite only by a dim nightlight, a shadowy male figure moved deftly about the room. Gloved hands grabbed a suitcase, threw the contents to the floor. An old beaded handbag was emptied. The first traces of dawn were visible on the horizon, as several dollars were taken from a small change purse. Faucets, doorknobs, glasses, a whiskey bottle, were all calmly wiped clean with a hand towel. The male figure paused at the cabin door. The hand towel was thrown to the floor. The cabin door slowly opened, and then closed quietly as the male figure moved away from the cabin. Into the darkness between the cabins, the figure disappeared. A car engine starting broke the early morning silence. In the dark shadows of cabin number eight, from under the twisted bed sheets a long slender female leg protruded. The predawn silence now settled over the Prosperity Motel. Cabin number one served as the office for the shabby Motel. The dimly lit interior of the cabin was a reflection of the resident clerk. It was a sad, disheveled, corner of the world, completely unaware of the tragedy in cabin number eight. The tragedy would wait far too long for discovery.
