Chapter 30
He stabbed a finger at me. "What's your last name?"
"Katz," I replied, totally confused.
He burst out laughing.
"Old man, you're pissing me off."
A few more guffaws and he got himself under control. He tore a corner off a detailed sketch of an alien, grabbing a stubby pencil and scrawling something across the drawing. "The goblin should be here for another half hour."
I took the paper. "What about the cost?"
"This one's on the house."
"Why?"
He reached his knobby fingers out as if to pluck the paper away. I got the hint and fled.
***d
I plugged the address he'd given me into the car's GPS, finding it on a two-block long street in one of the skeezier areas of town. I pulled into the tiny, weed-choked parking lot, gazing up at the sputtering neon sign for Motel Shangri-Lola, having had no idea this place existed.