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.

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

to Wendy’s room. Her andety was firmly there and

and the room was dark. The cardholder already had a room card, so Larissa turned on the warm orange lights

scht carpet silenced Larissa’s footsteps, so her racing heartbeat and heavy breathing were rather obvious in the

the middle of the big white bed. Larissa llbloed over and managed

reaching out. Even though she knew she was

light but drawn out. It clearly showed that she was line now. Larissa held her chest and sat at

his head around the corner of the

Larissa had no idea if Wendy was really okay. “She’s

her answer. Then

“No.”

was sale enough. To “move” Wendy back home was

stay here with her.”

Aster to Gary’s anyway. Larissa had no reason to