Bab 162: Target Assignment

The locale Derek picked for their temporary residence in the city was a small motel nestled between two rundown storefronts.

It was an old weather-beaten building most affluent citizens of the city would not even dare think to visit, but it was exactly because of that, plus the fact that it was situated only a few blocks away from the Market Square, that made it the perfect place for them to conduct their investigations.

"We need three rooms please," Derek spoke aloud, knocking on the bar to grab the attention of the owner of the establishment, a sixty-something-year-old woman with a stooped figure and frail appearance.

"That'll be sixty kril for one night," she murmured drawly, barely sparing them a minute glance.

"Sixty?!" Isolde gasped out loud, unable to control herself.