Sweet Subterfuge

It took some time to drive back into the center from the airport. In the middle of It, Lewis met up with a subordinate and told him to

low Larissa’s car away from the motel

When they reached Maple Hotel, it was already 3 am. There were no hotel guests in the lobby, only uniformed hotel stall waiting for guests to show up

The doorman was about to help guide them kindly when Larissa waved him off and explained their reasons for coming. I’m looking for your hotel’s Administrative Manager, Wendy.”

The smile on the doorman’s lace frone up as he backed away alertly. He anxiously caled for the lobby manager to come.

As “oldies” al the hotel Industry, Larissa naturally had met the lobby manager quite a len limes. The manager recognized Larissa and asked her. ‘What brings you here?”

“I’m looking for Wendy,” Larissa replied.

helped Larissa get a room card from the front desk. “Just head up. I don’t know if Wendy’s awake already

andety was firmly there and did not

the room was dark. The cardholder already had a room card, so Larissa turned on the warm orange lights in the entryway that lit up the room.

Larissa’s footsteps, so her racing heartbeat

a human–shaped bulge under the middle of the big white bed. Larissa llbloed

out. Even though she knew she

held her chest and sat

was guarding the door, When he heard nothing, he poked his

idea if Wendy was

silent by her answer. Then he asked, “Want

“No.”

hotel was sale enough. To “move” Wendy back home was only creating

here

Aster to Gary’s anyway. Larissa had