Thirty minutes later, we arrived in a small town two hours east of Shore Lake. I made the girls wait in the car as I reserved adjoining rooms at a motel.
“Really? Why this dump?” asked Melody, looking pissed off as I got back into the vehicle. “This place looks like something out of a horror movie.”
Chelsey snorted. “And after everything... you’re surprised?” .
“It may not be much, but it’s inconspicuous and available,” I answered, irritated. Melody had just whined that she was broke and was now complaining about a free place to stay. The girl was obviously spoiled and used to getting her way.
“I can see why it’s available,” she replied, shaking her head in disgust.
Even I had to admit, it was kind of a dump, but we couldn’t afford to be choosy. Plus, hiding out in a luxury hotel wou
