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festival.”  Five
minutes later Locke hit the city limits of Evanstowe. 
    Serena
glanced Locke’s way dubiously, something weird was going on here. 
    In
fact the whole escape from the get go seemed kind of surreal.  Gorgeous
man turns up in a suit and rescues her.  Maybe she was dreaming.  But
if she were dreaming why would her subconscious choose to go to a tiny town in
the middle of nowhere whose only claim to fame was an annual hot sauce
festival?  Maybe it was time she started taking more control over this
rescue, if the man ever slowed the car down maybe she should consider jumping.
    Two
minutes later they were in downtown Evanstowe, what there was of it, consisting
mainly of one wide main road that had a series of authentic looking Texan shops
that all appeared to be selling some sort of barbeque equipment, tools or
food.  It appeared Evanstowe had found its tourist hook and embraced it
with both hands. 
    “We’re
looking for…”  Locke searched for their destination. “Ahh the Fire Breath
Inn.”  Not that he could have missed it.  The fifty foot plastic
bottle of hot sauce out front shooting balloon flames into the air was hardly a
thing of subtlety.
    “What? 
Why are you stopping?”  Serena was horrified as Locke turned the car into
the courtyard parking area of the Inn.  “Locke, what are you doing?” 
She all but hissed as he parked the car in front of a fire engine red door with
the number six stamped on it. 
    Locke
was already out of the driver’s seat and racing around the car.  Yanking
her door open, he clicked his fingers in command.  “ Undo your seat belt . 
Come on.” 
    He
grabbed first the briefcase he’d placed at her feet, nice to know where his
priorities lay, then he scooped her up, pot plant and all.  Turning he
came to a sudden stop, face to face with a middle-aged couple who were staring
at them gob-smacked.  Taking in the sight of the man in the expensive suit
hauling around a sickly looking girl wearing clothes one usually associated
with prison inmates.
    “ Honeymoon .” 
Locke stated forcibly.
    And
just for a moment Serena could see it.  She was wearing a frothy off white
bridal gown, the pot plant had transformed into a bridal bouquet of dark red
roses and confetti drifted lazily to the ground, falling from her dress and
hair.  The couple were suddenly all smiles, a look of dreamy admiration on
the woman’s face.  Serena wondered whether it was for her fake dress or
the studly groom.  Then Locke was on the move, striding for the door to
room six.
    “Seriously? 
They really bought that we’d spend our honeymoon here?  At a hot sauce
theme park?”  She shook her head in dazed wonder.
    “Everyone
wants to believe in romance.”  Awkwardly with his hands already full Locke
managed to turn the doorknob.  “Who doesn’t love a happy ending?”
    They
sailed into the room, Locke coming to an abrupt halt as the impact of the décor
suddenly overloaded his delicate senses.  From the wallpaper dotted with
little green and red bottles of hot sauce to the bedspread with the giant
bottle of tabasco sauce appliqued on it. 
    “I
bet this room has seen any number of happy endings, but only if money changed
hands.”  Serena couldn’t keep the horror out of her voice as she eyed the
nightmare hidden behind door number six.  People actually slept in
here?  She’d be dreaming about heartburn all night.
    Locke
laughed.  “Cynical much?”
    “Locke,
seriously, why are we here?  Shouldn’t we be making a run for the nearest
airport?”
    “Have
a little faith.”  Locke kicked the door shut behind them.  “I’ve
gotten you this far haven’t I?”
    “It
would be a little easier to have some faith if this place didn’t look like a
room favoured by a serial killer with a spicy food fetish.”
    Locke
laughed again.  “Whatever you do, don’t mention that to my cousin
Marvin.”  Five strides across the room, Locke came to an abrupt halt
in