Alfie Zimmer

That was nothing to Alfie Zimmer. He got his key from a man in a red vest and drove down to the end of the long cinder-block building. He had been selling in the Midwest for twenty years, and had formulated four basic rules about securing his night’s rest.

The traveling salesman staying at the motel, who imagines publishing his collection under Alfred Zimmer.

“I Killed Ted Bundy: The Secret Transit Code of America’s Highways.” By Alfred Zimmer. That sounded mysterious and ominous, almost scholarly. But he hadn’t done it.

Alfie imagines his own author byline for the proposed book.