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

room. Her andety was firmly there and did not disappear until she was

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

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

big white bed. Larissa llbloed over and managed to see Wendy’s lace using the weak light from

stood by the side of the bed, shakily reaching out. Even though she

line now. Larissa held her chest and sat at the head of the bed. All the energy that had been

guarding the door, When he heard nothing, he poked his head around the corner of the entryway. is Wendy

no idea if Wendy was

silent by her answer. Then

“No.”

back home was only creating more trouble than reeded.

here

Gary’s anyway. Larissa had no