Chapter 9

It was well after midnight before Max was satisfied that he’d checked all he could for a clue as to who stole the body enough to depart.   I was exhausted.  In fact, I was so exhausted that when Peter said that he should probably call a cab to take him to his hotel instead of imposing on me to drive him there, I almost agreed.  Instead, I suggested that he stay in one of the many rooms my house possessed.

I struggled to keep my body functioning long enough to supply him with some of the things I’d been taught by my parents to keep on hand in the event of unexpected guests, such as a toothbrush, toothpaste, showering supplies, and in his case, shaving supplies. He smiled appreciatively at me as he hugged his goodies to his chest and made his way to the room I’d suggested he use.  It had an en suite bathroom, as did many, so he wouldn’t have to venture back out into the hall until

he’d slept and was refreshed. <