Murder Follows Money
“She was booked at one of the queen hotels of the city. An attendant dripping with gold braid leaped to open the doors of the limo when we pulled up. The masses of luggage were tenderly put on a gold cart and wheeled inside. We made quite a progress through the lobby. Naomi gestured at me, and at first I didn’t understand what she meant. Then I realized that it was my job to go to the desk to pick up the room keys.
I have stayed in motels before. The procedure would be similar, I thought. I was wrong.
The woman behind the desk wore a suit and looked formidably impeccable. In my thrift-shop skirt and blouse, I felt totally out of place in this temple of sartorial splendor. Nevertheless, I told myself, my client was vastly important, and therefore I was too. It didn’t make me feel any better, but I didn’t have time to figure out why.
Luckily, the folder Judi Kershay gave me contained everything, including a fax copy of the hotel confirmation sheet. I didn’t even have to speak. I just han...ded it over and the elegant personage was transformed before my eyes into a cooing sycophant.MoreLess
I have stayed in motels before. The procedure would be similar, I thought. I was wrong.
The woman behind the desk wore a suit and looked formidably impeccable. In my thrift-shop skirt and blouse, I felt totally out of place in this temple of sartorial splendor. Nevertheless, I told myself, my client was vastly important, and therefore I was too. It didn’t make me feel any better, but I didn’t have time to figure out why.
Luckily, the folder Judi Kershay gave me contained everything, including a fax copy of the hotel confirmation sheet. I didn’t even have to speak. I just han...ded it over and the elegant personage was transformed before my eyes into a cooing sycophant.MoreLess
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