Calling hotels was tedious and getting us nowhere. I looked over at Everette. It was the seventh one we’d called and no luck so far. The good thing about small towns is that the people are rather trusting.
“You do? Great! They’re moving in and we just wanted to send them a gift basket,” Everette said giving me a thumbs up.
Finally, I was growing more anxious. Kinsley didn’t have a lot of time and neither did Clove. He told us he was going to try and slow the process down, which meant he had started biting her. I leaned back in the car seat and tabbed the wheel with my thumbs.
“Perfect. Yeah, we go way back.” Everette buckled his seat. “Thank you so much. They’re nicer than they look.” That was a lie. He was too good at buttering people up. “You’re a doll.” It was a girl, that made it e
