strolled out the door.
Chapter 13

"That's right, fifty-nine-ninety-nine per night. I'm gonna need a deposit," a woman of around thirty-seven said into an old-fashioned wall phone receiver. "Yeah, gimme the number." She began writing down a credit card number with the rest of the required information. "Yes, you got the room. Three nights, you got it. What? If by chance your card doesn't work, I'll call you so you can give me one that does. Right. See you then." Click.

"Say, that's some mustache you've got there, mister," the woman said in a friendly tone.

"Thanks. My name is Jim. What's yours?"

"I'm Cindy. Do you need a room, Jim?"

"No. I need your help. I'm looking for a contractor who came to town to do some work for me and I thinkvisitor. "Fresh out of the wash, see if this helps. What's on your mind, Qwill?"

"I had a strange encounter with one Candonella LaFleur just recently. Do you know her? The conversation we had led me to do some excavating on the museum grounds. I need you to see what we dug up."

Fumbling in his jacket pocket, the man pulled out a mobile phone with a black screen indicating his battery had totally drained.

"Roy, my phone is dead. Any chance you have time for a drive to the museum?" As he finished his sentence, thunder cracked so loudly it sounded as if the station had been hit by lightning.

"Holy cow!" shouted Briggs as he jumped up from his chair and ran out of his office. The two men ran