CHAPTER TEN
A moment later, she was back in the motel office. The bells overhead tinkled as she walked in, but unsurprisingly, there was no greeting.
The back-office manager hadn’t moved from her place on the sofa. It sounded like the television was now onto some news program. “Leave forty dollars on the counter. You can have room six,” she muttered.
“It’s me. I just checked into room twelve, remember?” she said, leaning over the counter and waving.
The woman had cookie crumbs all over her enormous chest. Her eyes went up to the ceiling.
“Honey,” she mumbled, her eyes trailing back to the television screen. “If you need more towels, I haven’t got any yet. The service isn’t due back until tomorrow morning.”
“That’s not what I’m here for. I need information.”
The woman shook her head.
