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I had noticed a drive-in down the road a quarter of a mile.
The batteries on the bugging device I had put on the car were still fresh enough to send out good strong signals.
The powerful microphone I could press against the wall between my motel unit and that occupied by the man would bring in the sound of any conversation, and I was positively nauseated I was so hungry.

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