CHAPTER NINE
It was twenty minutes to eleven, and Cherlynn Beckert was all packed and ready to leave: Check out time was eleven sharp. She collected her things and placed them all neat and orderly next to the door, then went back into the room and carefully went through each and every drawer, just to make sure that there was nothing she had left behind. The drawers were empty, but she still couldn't escape the feeling that she had left something behind. Perhaps what she was looking for she could never find.
The trig home, like all trips home, would be tiresome and uncomfortable, and, in planning for it, she had originally decided to wear an old cashmere sweater and. & pair of worn, faded jeans. For a reason she could not quite yet fathom, she had instead worn her most expensive, forma
