" The office was the first door on the left, on the ground floor. There was a clerk behind the desk. He was a short old guy with a big belly and what looked like a glass eye. He gave the woman the key for room 214, and she walked out without another word. Reacher asked him for a rate, and the guy said, “Sixty bucks.” Reacher said, “A week?” “A night.” “I’ve been around.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’ve been in plenty of motels.” “So?” “I don’t see anything here worth sixty bucks. Twenty, maybe. "

― Lee Child , Make Me (Jack Reacher, #20)