Chapter 3
Dana closed the door to her glorified hotel room with a sigh, leaning back against the cool metal of the door. Cool being the operative word. Eighty degrees and high humidity might not sound like much to her when she was back in Georgia. It got hotter than that by March, and eighty in August could feel like a cold snap.
But going from the mid-forties and raining to sunny and hot in a short flight was a bit much.
She crossed the miniature living room, not a whole lot bigger than her office at work, and stepped into the closet-sized kitchen. Barely enough room for a refrigerator, range, sink, and dishwasher. All nice stuff, though, with a few feet of black granite counters and sedate, stylish lighting.
The whole place was like that, really. Nice materials on the walls and floor
