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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 299 of 307 I checked out of the motel and pulled north bound onto the 101. The storm had turned into what I presumed was pretty normal California deluge. Rain like this would cause Utahans to run to higher ground but no one batted an eye here. It might have been darker, cooler and wetter but the rolling green hills still looked majestic on both sides of the freeway as I made my way north. The drive to Montery took me about four hours. I made sure to exit several streets before the Days Inn that I knew Sarah was staying at. I got a room a small hotel on Cannery Row called the Spindrift and set about trying to figure out the best way to contact her. How serious had she been when she asked me not to contact her? She was clearly frightened. She was panicking. Would she be happy to see me and hear the news that Dale Cox was no more. The last thing I was going to do was let on that I had been hired by her dad to essentially kill her ex husband. That was a two plus two equals four that I hoped she would never stumble upon. I didn't even know if she would speak to me. Cannery Row was no longer the hard working, hard drinking little community John Steinbeck wrote about in the fourties. For decades it had been a tourist trap filled with knick nack shops, overpriced beer and the only thing that made it even worth a visit was the Monterey Bay Aquarium which I had actually traveled to |