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I put Ebony’s new identity papers, credit cards, and some cash in a leather document holder and zipped it closed. I threw it on the passenger seat and drove towards the hotel.
Today I would resettle her permanently. Her funeral was over, Father seemed placated, and Sandy had slowed down the “murder” investigation. I hadn’t spoken to her since yesterday’s funeral, and was looking forward to her recount of the event.
Tapping quietly on the door, I waited for Ebony to let me in. Instead of the subdued greeting I usually received, she flung open the door and took up the space, hands on hips, feet apart, with a scowl that would freeze Christmas.
‘Oh, hello Ebony. You startled me.’
‘Really? I startled you. That’s rich.’
‘May I come in so the whole hotel isn’t privy to our conversat
