“I wouldn’t dare,” I told him. “God only knows what’s in that thing. A monster. Snapping turtles. The strand of human-killing virus.”
He chuckled.
I chuckled.
I pulled up to room 104 and said, “You’ll be staying here for tonight. Check-out is at eleven in the morning.”
“Thanks.”
We climbed out of my Jeep. I passed him the key to room 104, and I fetched his two bags from the back of the Jeep. He walked up to the room and I called out to him, “The door’s open. Make yourself at home. You can get settled in before dinner with Mr. Claire. It will be at seven in the main house. Casual, of course.”
“Thank you.” He smiled. Nothing fancy or articulate.
David told me that the arrangements for the room had already been made; a done deal. Guest’s name, address, telephone number, and credit card
