5: Siddhis“Have a good weekend.”
“You do the same,” he answered as he stormed past the motel’s reception desk.
“Oh, Mr. Covington … ”
He slowed his pace and stopped with his hand on the door handle leading to the parking lot.
“I forgot to tell you. A man was here, asking about your Rolls.”
He released the door and took a step closer to Cheryl’s counter. “Oh yeah?”
“He seemed almost frantic. Like he had been looking for your automobile for a while.”
Covington smirked. “Good,” he whispered. Then out loud he said, “Did you tell him anything?”
“Heavens no, sir. We pride ourselves in keeping our guests’ comings and goings private. You know, because of the nature of your stays.”
“I appreciate that, Cheryl. I’ll see you later.”
“Have any plans for the weekend?” she asked, stalling the t
