Chapter Three
“How long?” She had been interrupted from her book by her phone ringing.
“I’m not sure. It will be at least tomorrow before I can take a good look at it.” The man sighed. “I hope I’m wrong, but if it’s what I think it is, it’s not going to be a cheap or quick fix, ma’am.”
“Okay.” Deep breath. “How much will I owe you for checking it out?” This was bad, so bad.
“We will work that out tomorrow. Just let me look it over, and we’ll go from there, okay?”
No, not okay, now what was she supposed to do? She hadn’t seen a motel anywhere and really couldn’t afford one. Here came the panic.
Her hands were shaking, and she could hear the man saying “hello” on the other end, but she was dangerously close to hyperventilating and couldn’t answer. She looked around for anything to focu
