The old woman looked at
him and at Torsti in turn before going back to the television set and
pointed at a board on the other side of the counter where keys were
hanged up.
“Put your money in the
blue box over there and don't try to open it and screw with me, you'd
be surprise. Get your key anyone on the second row will do, the
stairs are on the right,” she said.
Torsti looked at Odeon
raising a questioning eyebrow, his brother pushed him on the right
side toward the stairs before putting a bill in the blue box and
picking a key.
“She didn't ask any
questions,” Torsti said climbing the stairs, “she didn't even
tell us the price of the room.”
“She knows better,”
Odeon answered. They could hear someone snoring from the corridor
leading to their room.
“I never told you that
but I don't like this city, it's the most broken place I ever saw,”
Torsti said. Odeon didn't answer, he walked to the window and tried
to adjust the curtains to avoid being seen from outside. There as
nobody in the street but he knew that wouldn't last. The hunters were
still out there somewhere and probably already searching for the god
who escaped.
“I'll take a shower
first,” Torsti said. “Damn, there is no towels.”
“You're a demon, you
don't need one,” Odeon answered. He suddenly felt bad for feeling
like playing and laughing with Torsti when Lonan was gone.
“I could still use some
luxury,” Torsti answered.
The water was getting out
of the shower in irregular wave of water and Odeon could hear Torsti
grumbling unhappily. This was the worse place possible and still the
safer one. He sat near the window looking outside hiding behind the
curtains. He was sleepy but he had slept enough. Now it was time for
action.
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