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.

with Wendy, so he helped Larissa get a room card from

firmly there and did not disappear until she was sure

so Larissa turned on the warm orange lights in the entryway

and scht carpet silenced Larissa’s footsteps, so her racing heartbeat and

Larissa llbloed over and managed to see Wendy’s lace

bed, shakily reaching out. Even though she knew she was being paranoid. she sell carefully checked

now. Larissa held her chest and sat at the head of the bed. All the energy that had been supporting her all this time vanished

he poked his

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

was struck silent by her answer. Then he asked, “Want to take Wendy away?”

“No.”

hotel was sale enough. To “move” Wendy back home was only creating more trouble than reeded.

here

Larissa had no reason