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floor, Samantha?”
I smiled innocently. “Lucky guess?”
To my relief, Bill just laughed. “I’m bringing you next time I hit the Borgata,” he said, shaking his head in amazement. “Yes sir! Bringing you might pay off big time.”
Chapter 22
How Lucky Can You Get?
I felt myself getting mentally drawn in, slowly, deeper and deeper. As I typed in my laptop, I realized how the whole Mona thing was becoming a complex web that was growing by the minute.
Okay, this is what I had so far.
…A close friend runs away from something or someone. She hides a hotel key card behind one of my paintings in her room. She’s also in possession of a receipt for room service, signed with someone else’s name, at the Borgata for room number 707. She’s spotted by Bill going to the seventh floor of said hotel with a man apparently while wearing one long black wig.
I sat back trying to put this all together. It seemed strangely possible, considering her odd conversations on those separate occasions when she spoke of the past, and my observance of her now-and-then skittish behavior. She had obviously sought me out, knowing I was a safe haven, but from what? For what purpose? What happened to make her run to me and then disguise herself under a wig? Who was the man she was seen with at the casino? Why was that receipt in Mona’s purse signed by someone called Paula Foster? Was another woman involved in this with Mona?
This whole thing was starting to unsettle me. I felt like I was being ever so gently steered in a certain direction by my intuition though. It hadn’t failed me in the past, but as usual, I was constantly left with unanswered questions.
What would I find or uncover?
It seemed I had a knack for getting myself into situations that weren’t always in my best interest, but they eventually led me to the truth. Hesitant to walk down that path once again, this time, I had to play it safe. I needed sure-fire protection. Let’s see, maybe a horseshoe, rabbit’s foot, lucky penny, or… I paused and thought back on my recent past.
No. I needed accident and life insurance instead!
Chapter 23
Through The Looking Glass
Intrigued, I had been watching from my kitchen sink window people coming and going from the house next door for the last couple of days. I saw no sign of David, though, which I thought was odd. The foot traffic was constant. No one seemed to be dressed out of the ordinary, kind of nondescript. Too nondescript? I was furtively scanning down below, while I unloaded the dishwasher, putting away dishes and glasses, as a perfectly good excuse for standing there.
David and I shared the same courtyard, so, if anyone noticed me, it would appear normal enough to see me puttering around in my kitchen. When all else failed, believe me, I could putter with the best of them.
My phone rang. I was annoyed because I wanted to keep an eye out for anything unusual and not miss a thing. “Hello,” I said, matter-of-factly, somewhat distracted, as I wiped the sink and counter, while still maintaining eye contact with the courtyard below.
“Hi there, neighbor. I see you’re an early riser, up and about like me.” It was David!
I know it didn’t make any sense, but without thinking, I turned around, expecting to see him directly behind me.
“No, Sam, over here,” he said. I turned back, staring down at the courtyard and then heard him laugh. “No, I’m over at my dining area window, directly facing your kitchen sink window.”
My eyes traveled back up and I looked straight out. I caught my breath. There was David, clear as day, smiling and raising his hand, saluting me, apparently enjoying his cup of coffee and laughing, obviously seeing the humor in catching me off guard. Again.
“Oh!” was all I could think of to say. Caught in the cross hairs! How long had he been standing there? Was he watching me all this time staring down at the courtyard? Had he seen me
I smiled innocently. “Lucky guess?”
To my relief, Bill just laughed. “I’m bringing you next time I hit the Borgata,” he said, shaking his head in amazement. “Yes sir! Bringing you might pay off big time.”
Chapter 22
How Lucky Can You Get?
I felt myself getting mentally drawn in, slowly, deeper and deeper. As I typed in my laptop, I realized how the whole Mona thing was becoming a complex web that was growing by the minute.
Okay, this is what I had so far.
…A close friend runs away from something or someone. She hides a hotel key card behind one of my paintings in her room. She’s also in possession of a receipt for room service, signed with someone else’s name, at the Borgata for room number 707. She’s spotted by Bill going to the seventh floor of said hotel with a man apparently while wearing one long black wig.
I sat back trying to put this all together. It seemed strangely possible, considering her odd conversations on those separate occasions when she spoke of the past, and my observance of her now-and-then skittish behavior. She had obviously sought me out, knowing I was a safe haven, but from what? For what purpose? What happened to make her run to me and then disguise herself under a wig? Who was the man she was seen with at the casino? Why was that receipt in Mona’s purse signed by someone called Paula Foster? Was another woman involved in this with Mona?
This whole thing was starting to unsettle me. I felt like I was being ever so gently steered in a certain direction by my intuition though. It hadn’t failed me in the past, but as usual, I was constantly left with unanswered questions.
What would I find or uncover?
It seemed I had a knack for getting myself into situations that weren’t always in my best interest, but they eventually led me to the truth. Hesitant to walk down that path once again, this time, I had to play it safe. I needed sure-fire protection. Let’s see, maybe a horseshoe, rabbit’s foot, lucky penny, or… I paused and thought back on my recent past.
No. I needed accident and life insurance instead!
Chapter 23
Through The Looking Glass
Intrigued, I had been watching from my kitchen sink window people coming and going from the house next door for the last couple of days. I saw no sign of David, though, which I thought was odd. The foot traffic was constant. No one seemed to be dressed out of the ordinary, kind of nondescript. Too nondescript? I was furtively scanning down below, while I unloaded the dishwasher, putting away dishes and glasses, as a perfectly good excuse for standing there.
David and I shared the same courtyard, so, if anyone noticed me, it would appear normal enough to see me puttering around in my kitchen. When all else failed, believe me, I could putter with the best of them.
My phone rang. I was annoyed because I wanted to keep an eye out for anything unusual and not miss a thing. “Hello,” I said, matter-of-factly, somewhat distracted, as I wiped the sink and counter, while still maintaining eye contact with the courtyard below.
“Hi there, neighbor. I see you’re an early riser, up and about like me.” It was David!
I know it didn’t make any sense, but without thinking, I turned around, expecting to see him directly behind me.
“No, Sam, over here,” he said. I turned back, staring down at the courtyard and then heard him laugh. “No, I’m over at my dining area window, directly facing your kitchen sink window.”
My eyes traveled back up and I looked straight out. I caught my breath. There was David, clear as day, smiling and raising his hand, saluting me, apparently enjoying his cup of coffee and laughing, obviously seeing the humor in catching me off guard. Again.
“Oh!” was all I could think of to say. Caught in the cross hairs! How long had he been standing there? Was he watching me all this time staring down at the courtyard? Had he seen me
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