Erickson Lodge was the last motel for seventy-five miles. Ria knew this because she’d been seeing signs to that effect every single mile for the last fifteen or so. The road-side advertisements were usually only half-lit, but from what she could tell, Erickson Lodge sported a free continental breakfast, free wireless internet, and HBO. She was really only interested in a bed with pillows and the potential for a hot shower. Dispatching vampires and ghouls to the here-after was hard work. It left her exhausted and with little spare time for things like over-played movies with excessive female frontal nudity.