Chapter 35Billy tapped on my door a few minutes later. Most people say hello when someone greets them at the door, but not my charmingly obnoxious Billy. She barged past me, tossed a ten inch by twelve inch box-shaped item, wrapped in a piece of well-used painter's tarp, onto the bed, and did a beeline for the mini-bar. At the rate we were going, the darn thing was going to be empty and my hotel bill was going to be huge.
“Where have you been?” I demanded. “I've been calling and texting you for over an hour!” I was relieved she was okay, but mad at myself for being concerned in the first place. As she frequently reminded me, she could take care of herself.
“I went back to the Hynds Building.” She took a pull off her beer and pointed at the bed. “To get that.”
Whatever she'd taken from t
