Then she lifted my mug and added, snidely, “Course, looks like your job comes with many perks.” “My job? No, no, you don’t understand . . .” She held a finger to her lips, as if to say that she’d keep my secret. But there’s nothing to tell! “He’s a repeat customer,” she said, walking away. I opened the envelope. It was a key card. Room 767. Oh no.
