"Have you seen this man?" Hu Lei discretely passed a printed photo of her father to a motel attendant along with an old note of the local currency.
This mid-class motel was the last location that Kim Han had been able to track her father. She could not help disapproving on sight. While in some countries this type of motel would be discrete, it was not the right option in a small town in Argentina. It was the best hotel around, so it would be the obvious choice for a tourist.
Knowing her father, he had probably had been thinking of something crazy like hiding in plain sight. That would work in movies, but it was unlikely to work in a place where one's appearance was like a beacon. A rundown motel had less security measures, and most of these establishments were located in places which would provide dark routes for escape in case of an emergency.
"Oh, I remember him. We don't get a lot of people like him here." The middle-aged lady spoke tucking away the note.
