I bit on my bottom lip and then moved into a new position. “The new guests . . . they don’t leave. Sometimes I find their suitcases in the basement, their toiletries still in their rooms. We don’t have guests other than the regulars very often, but . . .” Elliott was quiet for a long time. “How long has this been happening?” “Not long after we opened.” “What happens to them? The new guests.” I shrugged, feeling tears sting my eyes. Elliott hugged me to his chest. He was quiet for a long time. “Has anyone come looking?” “No.” “Maybe it’s something else. Maybe the regulars are just stealing from
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I fear we should be a little bit more concerned about this than we are at the moment.
