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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Spring has sprung. As if! It’s -3C with the wind, but I have cataract surgery today, so what do I care?
This week the authors from Tuesday Tales are crafting their scenes around the word SAUCE. When you finish reading my post, click on the link at the end of the post and visit the other Tuesday Tales authors. I’m continuing with The Case of the Missing Prince.
“Good morning. I’m Evie Chambers. I have three rooms reserved. I notified you that we would require an early check-in.” I pulled out my driver’s permit and the gold E C Investigations MasterCard.
The girl reached for my documents, verified the information on the book, and then on my card.
“I’ll need you to swipe your card separately for each room” she explained. “Our security deposit is one hundred dollars per room. If you don’t charge anything to the room, it’ll be credited to your account. I see here that the suite will be for yourself and Alphonse Binette, one room will be occupied by Viktor Opole, and the other by Petrov Bukowski. Is that correct?” I nodded. “How many keys will you need?”
“Two for the suite, one for each of the other rooms.” I finished swiping my card. I had no intention of going into Viktor or Petrov’s room uninvited, and I certainly wasn’t going to give them the ability to walk into mine either.
“We’ve put you in the royal suite,” she continued. “As I explained to your administrative assistant, we don’t have two bedroom suites, but the couch in the living room opens into a queen-sized bed. The Elevators are to the right and straight ahead. You’ll need your room key to access them. Your rooms are on the eighth floor. You have access to the private Gold Lounge for breakfast and evening canapés if you prefer a quiet drink before dinner. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you.”
I turned around to find my men waiting for me. From the look on the hotel clerk’s face, she was impressed by my male harem. And why not? Men could be surrounded by a bevy of beauties, but when it was a woman—What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, even if only one of those ganders was actually mine.
Al unlocked the door to the Royal Suite, while Viktor and Petrov had adjoining rooms across the hall.
“Gentlemen, we’ll meet you in the lobby. I have some calls to make. Enjoy your lunch. Al and I will probably order room service while I get everything organized. The suite has a living room and a dining room. The tech equipment should be delivered while we’re at the nursing home. Hallie said it can be set up by three monkeys and a chimpanzee.” I exhaled heavily. “I hope she’s right!”
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