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The weather on the road had gone from bad to worse in a span of minutes. With at least a few more hours left to arrive in Pheonix, and worried about the torrential evening downpour, Jackson turned off at the first lodging he could find: the Baits Hotel. The owner was a quiet guy who couldn't keep his eyes off Jackson's overstuffed jeans and seemed to have a thing for taxidermy. After some awkward chit-chat over some tuna salad sandwiches, Jackson was shown his room. He turned on a hot shower, stripped off the clothes from his beefy body, and began to settle in for the stormy night. Still, though, the muscle-bound hunk couldn't shake a strange sense of deja-vu and impending doom...
