| For Art Durbin, owner of the Hideaway Motel, it started
like any other night on this lonely stretch of New Mexico desert. Then the
rooms began to fill. There was the slightly seedy salesman; the "Smiths,"
who wanted a room for a few hours; Lew Cutter, who carried $50,000 in a
battered suitcase and barricaded himself in his room; the Herman family,
whose conventional appearance hid a shocking secret; and the Wallaces—the
young executive and his beautiful wife—who looked so perfectly mated, except
for the resentment in his eyes. Passions simmered under cover of darkness.
Then the two hoods from Los Angeles moved in, scenting their prey. The night
exploded in violence, sucking into its vortex all of the tangled lives
trapped in the isolated motel. |
