CHAPTER FIVE
It was still night when they drove across the street to the Super Mo-Tel. Rylie had hoped that the place only looked shady from afar, but unfortunately, it only got worse as they drew closer. The “pool” was actually just a pool-shaped outline in front of the place, filled in with concrete and weeds. The porch columns were being held up by crumbling cinderblocks. There was what looked like a giant wasp’s nest, in the corner of the porch. Not exactly welcoming.
“Sure you don’t want to stay here?” Brisbane quipped as she went for the door. He reached forward and grabbed it first, before she could, and waved her in, chivalrously.
Inside, the cigarette smoke was so bad, Rylie’s eyes began to water. Though a little bell jingled overhead, no one came to the front desk. As they wai
