She laughs. “Don’t tell me you were driving your new Mercedes down the dark desert highway! You know how that area affects your judgment.”
“You’re right. I swear I saw dancers in the courtyard when I checked in, but I’m sure it was only a twist of light.” As we chat, I wish I’d taken the longer route to my client’s place, especially because I’m back at the same hotel where all the weirdness began.
“Oh honey.” She sounds disappointed in me. “Is that strange woman Tiffany still there?”
“Yes, but don’t worry,” I tell her. “I ordered room service this time. No way am I ending up in that tub full of pink champagne on ice again.”
“I hope not,” she says. “You have only one kidney left now.”
I hear a knock. “My food is here, sweetie. Talk to you tomorrow.”
As I open the door, I hear a mission bell. The waitress holds out a tray of covered dishes and steely knives. “Your dinner, sir.”
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Inspired by the Eagles’ “Hotel California.”
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