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When Conor pulled up to the Gray Ghost, I said, “There’s one more thing I have to do here.”
“Aw, love, you’re hurt, and I’m knackered. Whaddya say we pack it in for the night?”
“I need to check with the front desk.”
“Why? Ya getting a room for the night?”
“No, I want to see who rented Holly’s room.”
“Can’t it wait till morning?”
“I’m here. I’m getting answers. Won’t take long. If you don’t want to stay, go on home.”
He groaned as I climbed into the Gray Ghost. The codeine was taking the edge off the pain, but I still hurt. I couldn’t keep this up for much longer.
I drove around to the lobby. A bald Latino dressed in a suit and tie stood behind the counter. His name tag read Miguel, Head Manager. Just the man I wanted to see.
When Miguel looked up, his professional smile was re
