Lifeblood by P.N. Elrod5/22/2023 ![]() "Depends." His face was as carefully blank as the lobby's marble floor. As long as the trysting couples were quiet about it, he was conveniently blind and deaf disturb the other guests and the offenders were out on their ears. "Slow, but there's the weekend coming up." He didn't look like much, but Bobbi said he could take care of himself and knew where to go for help if he needed it. He was a medium-sized, slightly tubby man in an old derby and a loose collar. Leaning against it, just out of my line of sight, was the house dick, Phil. This sort of behavior makes me curious, so I walked over to see what made the pillar such a fascinating conversationalist. I waved at the night clerk as usual, he nodded back, turned to a pillar near his desk, and resumed talking to it. My hopes panned out or I was lucky again the next night I was back in the familiar and relative sanity of Chicago. Not the best kind of subterfuge, but I was hoping Braxton was not that good a detective. ![]() My car was left several blocks away in another hotel's garage. AGAIN TAKING REFUGE in a large, anonymous hotel under a different name, I stopped for the day in Indianapolis. ![]()
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