And so it continues. The hotel clerk apparently has been telling some rather talltales that somehow implicate us in spending all of that money. I'm going to see if I can call my credit card company and have my GF call her bank, but I doubt much will come of it. The plan was originally to get somewhere to crash for free, but alas, we ended up being force into this crap.
Oh well. It's not as bad as what she has to go through: on top of dealing with her bank she's also dealing with getting her car repaired. Next time, we go by bus, and raise our standards for hotel choices, Lol.