I didn’t really know if it was Daniel on the other end, or that man George or someone else entirely, but I let them have it. I kept my eye on the big black briefcase while I dumped it into my phone.
What was that woman doing? What was the smell of bleach all about? What was inside the laundry cart that stayed back? And what was I carrying around?
I screamed and yelled and cried in some long audio messages in the hotel parking lot.
But there was no answer. No message back. Nothing.
Before I knew it, was driving. I drove in a loop, then another, then made myself go back to the office and sit in the parking lot. I couldn’t just throw my jacked over the briefcase and sit at my desk like nothing had happened.
At 4:30, I left again. Driving around in more loops. I ended up home. It was wh
