I Been Looking For You
A month later, Ronnie got his answer in the form of his credit card bill. As he was looking the charges, his eyes widened at an unfamiliar charge: the Bayou Hotel downtown, billed for a full month's stay. Ronnie would have never stayed at hotel of this statue and downtown.
Ronnie took a quick moment to calm down, then he grabbed his keys and headed out to investigate. The Bayou was known for its discretion - the kind of place where you could pay in cash for long-term stays, no questions asked.
Ronnie staked out the hotel the night before, watching from his truck with some sandwiches a thermos filled with coffee and a pair of binoculars. Just after midnight, a familiar figure emerged from the lobby. Ebony. She walked an got a sports car and peeled out of the lot.
Gotcha, Ronnie thought, his suspicions confirmed. He walked into the Bayou, straight up to the receptionist's desk.
"That woman who just left," he said, keeping his voice low. "Ebony. She's been staying here a while, hasn't she?"
The receptionist looked up, puzzled. "Who, that lady who just peeled out parking lot Ms. Pamela?"
Ronnie blinked. Pamela? Was that Ebony's real name - or another alias? The plot thickened.
"Yeah, Pamela," Ronnie said. "What can you tell me about her?"
The receptionist hesitated, "I'm sorry sir, but we respect our guests' privacy. I can't give out that kind of information."
Ronnie leaned in closer, turning on the charm. "Sweetheart, here’s a crisp one Hundred dollar bill. I just need to know..."
To be continued...