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The key had in fact belonged to a motel. The Summer Winds Motel, room 229 to be exact. Finally with the gang pulling up, they got a better view of the place. Bondi grimaced with disgust, "aw hell. This place looks like dog crap."
She wasn't wrong. Summer Winds wasn't exactly the most luxurious place. Among its chipped paint, rusted exterior, and broken windows. The place was barley still standing.
But JJ must have heard her statement because like her, he commented on the motels appearance. "I thought the Chateau looked bad," says JJ while whistling.
"This place is a shit show," John B uttered, agreeing with the two.
"Motel or Meth lab?" Kiara voiced stunned at how trashed the motel really was.
Bondi nodded her head, "I may not be the brightest, but I am going to say meth lab on this one."
JJ threw her an amused glance. She seemed to make every situation a bit brighter in his eyes.
However, Pope just rolled his eyes, "you be the judge."
"Doesn't look like a type a place someone with a Grady White would stay," John B commented.
"Looks like the type of place someone with a Grady White would get killed," Pope answered.
Bondi laughed, "wouldn't you like that mr.coroner?"
Pope lightly smacked the back of her head as she groaned, "ouch."
JJ laughed, "alright, here we go."
Standing on the bow he cupped his hand around his mouth, pretending to speak into a radio. "This is your captain speaking. HMS pouge comin' in for landing."
With the boat reaching the grass, JJ raced off making sure the boat was tied to the pole, making sure it didn't go anywhere. Coming to an end with the tie John B asks, "we good?"
Finishing the knot JJ nodded, "yeah we good."
"Alright, here's goes nothing," John B responded, sighing as he walked off of the boat. But before him and JJ went off to wonder the place.
Pope voiced, "hey. Don't let him do anything stupid." All while pointing towards JJ.
Nodding along with Pope, Bondi placed her finger against her neck dragging it dramatically threatening her best friend. "You do something stupid and I will personally kill you myself," she muttered threateningly.
He smirked winking her way, "that's pretty kinky don't you think Bondi." However, the joke falls flat as she continued to glare.
John B scoffed at the two, "I am not making promises," he says regarding Popes words.
