Chapter 9Seventeen minutes later they arrived.
“We’re here,” Mr. Rifkins looked to Eureka who sat up looking around.
“What’s the name of this place?” she inquired.
“The Snooty Fox,” he replied.
“The Snooty Fox?” Anton took a gander at the motel and was surprised by its exceptional appearance. Given the neighborhood it was in, he was expecting it to be the grandfather of all shitholes. “This place doesn’t look half bad,” he smirked.
“It’s kind of nice,” Eureka agreed. She turned to Mr. Rifkins. “You sure this place is cheap?”
“Yep, I’ve been here a number of times.” He removed his glasses and cleaned its lenses with a rag. “The place is dirt cheap and modestly decorated. If you want to down grade even further, I could take you to this joint out in Compton. Its thirty bucks a night the
