Chapter 8Monday, October 13, 2014
Bramson’s Bay, Oregon
Despite Mrs. Lagenkamp’s attitude, and hostile welcome, Stefan found the rooms at the Roost acceptable enough. It was a motel room and there hadn’t been any effort to make it seem like more than it was, mostly two queen beds in a small room. Brown carpet, brown bed spreads, with sepia-colored walls. Almost as if they had walked into a an old photo.
The television on the small dresser between, and across from the beds, was certainly state-of-the-art circa-late Eighties.
Ever practical, Roan went to the nearest bed and dumped her bags onto the worn blankets. She pulled a duffle around and unzipped it. “What’s the plan?”
Stefan carried his own bag over to the bed and set it down. “Let’s get unpacked, and then we need to get in conta
