He picked out a motel room key.
Cautiously, I stepped outside the motel room door, closing it behind me.
We splurged for a motel room in Peabody, a few miles from the LeBlanc's home.
Our motel was at least five or six miles up the coast highway through town.
After turning the knob once to confirm it was locked, he paused, somewhat unsteadily, and glanced across the motel parking lot.
In his right hand he clutched the motel key.
He slipped the motel key in the left shoe and then rolled each sock, pushing it into its corresponding shoe.
The motel records confirmed these trips.
The room had a musty closed-up smell and looked like a thousand other motel rooms in a thousand other cities.
I was all set to have a few more at the motel and a big dinner but he begged off—just dropped me at my place.
He returned to motel in mid-evening, in a car lent to him by the accommodating authorities.
He looked at his wrist, but then remembered the watch was on the dresser in the motel room.
The motel consisted of 40 units on two floors, ten to either side of a main entrance that led to the office and restaurant.
According to sources at the Ocean Shore Motel, Byrne was last seen on his way to the beach shortly after midnight by Leo Sutter, a waiter at the motel.
Motel personnel conducted a search and a motel employee later found the Parkside man's clothing and room key on the public beach across the road.
It was beginning to look more as if Jeffrey Byrne pulled a stupid stunt after a few too many drinks in a lonely motel, leaving a widow and a teenaged son to fend for themselves.
Hunter had personally interviewed the employees at the Ocean Shore Motel, but with little success.
Then Hunter added, "No credit card receipt either but there's a raft of places between the office and the motel and they could have stopped anywhere."
Exasperated, Dean drove toward Easton, Pennsylvania until he found a motel that satisfied Baratto.
He thought it was a big joke, making all these plans and there in the back of the motel is our car.
"It bothers me he only listed one person at the motel," Dean said, almost to himself.
Tom DeLeo had the day off and Andy Sackler was back at the motel holding hands with Vinnie Baratto.
While the case might be officially closed, Dean felt an obligation to Randy Byrne, as well as his own curiosity, to follow up the March fourth Whitney Motel incident.
After handshakes and a brief chat, the pair left in Dean's pool car for the motel where Vinnie Baratto awaited.
Vinnie Baratto came out of the motel, suitcase in hand, a smile from ear to ear.
You don't know what to do so you take the next day off when you're sober, find some quiet motel and try and figure out what you've got or what to do with the stuff.
There was the Whitney Motel back in Parkside.
They weren't in the motel room inventory.
See if there's a motel or something.
He was on to that trick back at the Whitney Motel, remember?
You didn't mention anything about the Whitney Motel in the report.
He considered calling for a taxicab but when he found the motel was close by he decided to exercise his tightening leg and walk.
Dean found the motel without difficulty and with the use of his police badge, he obtained access to the empty room.
It seemed more of the investigation time of this case had taken place in motel rooms than anywhere else.
We've done a damned good job covering our tracks—painting the Scranton Apartment, swiping motel receipts with Byrne's signature on them....
In order to minimize expenditures, Dean planned to skip the motel bit and camp out on the tour.
In spite of gaining two hours with the time change, it was still late when the cross-country travelers finally bedded down in a quiet motel in Golden, Colorado, after a shared ride from the Denver airport.
First, Byrne's strange day at the Whitney Motel and the date of his business in Scranton.
Emergency lights were now on outside the motel, making the return trip easier once he reached the road.
The third guest was an 18-year-old from a nearby township, although the name on the registered vehicle was different than the motel listing.
Just then, Dean noticed a sign for Delbart Regional High School, which serviced the township where young "Mr. Jones," the third guest at Whitney's Motel, was attending school.
Andy Sackler met them at the door of the motel with a mouth full of doughnut and a coffee cup in his hand.