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couldn’t let me in because she was in the closet!”
    There was a long pause before
Mary Ann clapped her hands happily. “This is great news!” she squealed.
“Anatoly couldn’t have been having an affair with a lesbian! He still loves
you!”
    Leah dropped her head in her
hands and sighed.
    “You’re not understanding me,” I
said slowly. “She was literally in the closet!”
    Dena cocked her head to the side.
“Really? That’s a new one for me. Usually when people talk about a closet
fetish they don’t mean it literally but…”
    “Oh dear Lord, Dena, not
everything is about sex!” Leah burst out. “What Sophie’s trying to tell you is
that there’s a dead bimbo in Anatoly’s hotel room closet!”
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dena held up
her hands. “Have you gone mental? How the hell did you come up with that?”
    “No, she’s right,” I said,
fighting back tears. “I found her in there with a bullet hole in her forehead.
And look,” I reached into Anatoly’s bag and pulled out the ammunition.
“Anatoly’s got bullets in his duffle bag.”
    Marcus’ mocha skin looked about
two shades paler.   “Anatoly killed
the bimbo?”
    “No! He would never do that! But…”
I looked down at the bullets,   “someone did and Anatoly’s nowhere to be found.”
    “Oh, wow.” Mary Ann shook her
head. “I was so much happier when I thought he was making friends with
lesbians.”
    Marcus pressed the base of his
palms against his forehead. “We have to call the cops.”
    “There’s more,” I said quickly.
“As I was saying before, it wasn’t actually Anatoly’s room.”
    “You also said you didn’t think
it was hers,” Dena reminded me.
    “That’s right.” I took in a deep,
shaky breath. “I think it was mine.”
    I proceeded to tell them
everything. I had to stop once to throw up but my friends were too shocked to
mind much.
    “So that’s it,” I said when I had
finally finished.
    “This,” Marcus said slowly, “is
incredibly bad.   The police are
going to be looking for you.”
    I shook my head. “I cleared all
my stuff out of the room and I wiped off my fingerprints.”
    “But if it’s registered under
your name…” Leah’s voice trailed off.  
    “Eventually they’ll figure out
that I didn’t book it! And…and there’s nothing to place me there!”
    “Except the security cameras in
the hallway outside the room,” Leah pointed out, “and the stranger who gave you
the room number. But aside from that, nothing.”
    Security cameras! I hadn’t
thought of that.
    “Maybe whoever booked the room
did so for a really long time,” I suggested. “I don’t think hotel maids vacuum
closets. And they always keep the air conditioning up so that’ll keep her from
getting too smelly. It could be more than a week before they find her!”
    Dena banged her cane on the floor
in frustration. “Could you go throw up again so I can talk to sober-Sophie?
It’s a cool hotel room, not a fucking meat freezer! And you said you kicked her
back into the closet with your shoe! That means she is on your shoe right now!”
    I screamed and ran into the
bathroom to wash off my shoe…and to throw up again.
    When I got back I flopped down on
the bed and pressed my face into a pillow. “Why is this my life?” I wailed.
    “Yeah,” Marcus mused, “why is that?”
    “And what about Anatoly?” I
gasped looking up. “What if something happened to him? What if he’s hurt? ” I knew
that it could be worse than hurt but I couldn’t go there. Couldn’t even
entertain the possibility.
    Mary Ann moved to sit next to me.
“He isn’t. If he was hurt you’d feel it,” She patted her heart. “You’d feel it
in here.”
    “Oh for God’s sake,” Dena
muttered. “She already threw up twice, no need to make us all nauseous.”
    “Yes, and honey,” Marcus said
gently, “it’s possible that Anatoly is a murderer.”
    “I’mtelling you that’s not possible! ” I propped
myself up on my