But he didn’t have the cash for a week in a motel. He’d have to make some money stops first, because he was broke from buying himself useless lame gadgets for Christmas. Lot of good all that pricey shopping-mall crap was doing him now—the pine-scented electro-foot massager, the digital readout white-noise machine, the battery-operated corkscrew-cum-breathalyzer ... So it was money stops, or use the credit card, and he was getting paranoid about the card.