CHAPTER 14Thursday morning, Carl relaxed on the bed of their motel room near the Tomah interstate exit. Modern and clean, it was decorated in shades of brown and cream. A flat-screen TV on the dresser, a decent bed, and a refrigerator and microwave made it darn comfortable.
“Did ya get a La Crosse newspaper like I wanted?” he asked as JP walked into the room. A slim brunette, she’d spent money from a divorce settlement on breast implants. They gave her quite a figure.
“Sure. Ya think I’m an i***t?” She tossed three thin newspapers at him.
“What the hell are all these, Peterson? I asked ya for the La Crosse Tribune.
“That’s what I’m giving ya, Carl, the last two issues of the La Crosse Tribune and Monday’s issue of the Coulee Courier.”
“What the hell is the Courier?”
“It’s a weekly wi
