His trusty belt-- sans blaster-- hung off his waist. As the attendant’s eyes trailed down to his holster, he was glad to know that at least he’d g...t that right. Coming into Hotel Bliss armed was like going into a knife fight with a tattoo reading PLEASE STAB ME, I ENJOY IT across your forehead.“How can I help you ... sir?” The attendant let the honorific hang in disgust as Cas leaned up against the front desk and slapped his palm on top of it loud enough to make the call bell jingle.Cas only. “I DREAMED about this place last night.” What she didn’t share was that she had dreamed about it numerous times since she was a little girl. Hear voice was eager, “We HAVE to go in. Something is going to happen there and I KNOW it’s gonna be good.”“Yeah,” John retorted, “They’ll probably be reading about the four young people who were murdered here.” Everybody but Penny laughed.The recurring dream had been one in which she was a little girl of ten years old. She was in a car. They were going to. I even posted at her church. Somehow, I didn’t think her parents were the type who would alert their critical-thinking religious community about their wayward daughter. They’d be surprised, but there really wasn’t anything they could do about it.And finally, I contacted her cellular system. Her parents had disconnected her cell phone. I wanted to know the instant it was reconnected or reassigned. That took some tricky hacking as the big cell systems don’t freely give out that information. I had. And they like their music slow and soft. I’d like you to accompany us and sing a few numbers.’ ‘But I’ve never sung in public.’ ‘Is that a problem?’ ‘No.’ ‘You can always walk off if they don’t like you.’ ‘But we haven’t rehearsed and what about the others in your band.’ ‘They’ll be too busy looking at your tits to argue and on-stage they’ll be too busy looking at your ass to notice your singing. Besides, I’m their leader.’ Alfie pulled open the doors to her wardrobe and went through the rack,.