cut- 𝐃.𝐖

chapter 3

Sugar roared to a stop as you made your way into a small motel parking lot. You turned the ignition and her engine calmed down. The drive throughout the east coast wasn't such a bad thing. The stop in New Jersey did effect how long it would take to get to Vermont. Unfortunately, traffic was a bitch.

The motel didn't seem old or worn down, but it looked like it was made for comfort and relaxing things. Either way, you were gonna figure out how to solve this ghost case without making it a huge scene. Whenever you were at motels, people working there always seemed to be confused when you had the 'do not disturb' card on your doorknob twenty four seven.

You were up and out of a motel room in about a week and a half to two weeks. You went through cases like margaritas, which was quick in your standards. You hopped out of your Chevelle and grabbed your duffel bag that was in the backseat. The weather outside was surprisingly cool, but you still wore your flannel to keep you nice and warm.

You closed and locked the doors to your Sugar and made your way to the desk to get a room. A nice young woman was at the little table and you talked to her about staying. The price wasn't much, about $35 bucks per night. But hey, credit card fraud couldn't be any better. You gave her the card and she swiped it through her machine, then giving you a key to a room not far from your Sugar.

Once you thanked her and gave remorses, you made your way to the motel room. Suddenly, you then felt tugging on your pinky finger. When you were driving to Vermont, your thread began looking weaker and weaker. Thus signaling your soulmate was nearby. You raced to the motel room, slammed the door, and pulled out your notebook in order to fully have the transaction.

'made it into town where the job is. what is on your end'

You smiled and tugged a simple response for him.

'doing well. I just got into the motel room. excited for the diner food'

You had read online that the diner that the case was in was still open, even though there was a recent murder on ground. You were surprised with how well the workers had handled the recent events, but hey, whatever it takes to get paid.

'That's nice. save me some pie would you'

You giggled in his response. Before you could pull anything else, you heard the roar of an engine outside of your motel room. It sounded old, kinda like your Chevelle.

You then heard as it came to a stop; the car doors creaked their way open and closed. 'damn, the owner should oil those hinges, it's not good for the door' you thought to yourself. You got up and made your way to the window, you slowly pulled the curtains back to see an old black car.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the physique of the car. Her exterior was shiny, and looked recently clean. You could tell the owner cared more about how she looked, and it was proven right then and there.

Two men were opening the trunk, one was a bit taller then the other. His head stuck out like a moose, with the somewhat long hair as horns. The smaller one however, you couldn't get good luck at him. You could see the top of his head, with his hair all done and spiked.

The smaller one poked the tall one and they both turned to look at your Sugar. One said something to another and the smaller one made their way to your car. Now you could see his face, and you decided to let them look over your car unless they went in it or smudged the glass.