There was a relatively loud THUMP on the front door of the hotel, as if something in the vicinity of sixty-five pounds had landed solidly on it. Then came the knocking. A persistent, sharp noise for several minutes ( Read more... )

Rachel came into the hotel with a box under her arm. She was working to understand a few things, and today, well, that thing was board games. She slipped past a couple of sleeping grunts and settled quietly on the floor, taking the board and the pieces out of the box then laying them out in a straight line ( Read more... )

"It's got to be here!"

Why couldn’t she find the key? She’d looked every where for it. In the potted plant next to the large pine door. Under the mat. Inside the mat! Even on the flipside of a conspicuous sign hanging around the door knob that read ‘BUSY’ in big bright red capital letters. Unfortunately without it, she too was just as lost as the ( Read more... )