Tim and Rick laughed at the question. Rene looked pale and seemed genuinely shaken by the experience. “That death trap is definitely not up to code.”
Johnny shook his finger at Rene. “Don’t tell anyone, or you’ll be sleeping in the club. So, come on, guys, the rooms are clean and the beds are good.”
Each room was comfortably large with one double bed and its own modernized bathroom. Quite nice, actually, except for the fact that everything was purple. Purple drapes, purple carpet, purple bedspreads, purple chairs and even purple shower curtains. No doubt, the purple was meant to hammer home the “royal” theme of the hotel.
Johnny threw open the curtain of a tall, Queen Anne window. “Look at her. There she is, in all her glory … downtown Shreveport. Look, right down there is the courthous
