It all started before I even checked in.I had only just entered the parking lot when I saw a shady figure with a suspiciously sized bag vanish behind ...he hotel in the dead of night.Cautiously I approached with my hand hovering over the firearm I was licensed to carry. Just as I rounded the corner all of my worst suspicions were confirmed as the lanky man was heaving the bag (which now that I was closer obviously held a body) into a dumpster.Swiftly I hid behind the corner before the stranger. Chapter four: Monday I went to work having not slept much, if at all. My ass was dragging, and colleagues assumed that I had partied hard over the weekend. I wished that was the problem.Mondays are bad anyway, but this day was made even worse with the added pressure of the impending loss of my marriage. I couldn’t tell my troubles to anyone, because I didn’t want acquaintances to know that I was losing her.I couldn’t understand what had gone wrong. We had such a marvelous love and life. His face brightened as he added, ‘And Queen Victoria herself had taken it even further. Her husband Prince Albert was her first cousin!’ Within a matter of weeks I had become close to Tony, so much so that we would arrange to arrive for Choir practice a few minutes early to afford ourselves the chance to chat, either in my car, or else in his immaculately preserved Volvo sedan which he liked to boast was 18 years old. He always made it clear how much he admired my younger sister and would. “Yes can I help you?“I’m Jane from the hotel,“Oh I’m so pleased you rang me I would like to thank you for yesterday and if you would like to come over to my studio this week I could show you the pictures we have taken for the brochure and if its ok with you I would like to take some more photos of you to keep in my studio to display my work,“I’m not sure about that what sort of photos are we talking about? What ever you want me to take, anyway see you say Friday,“Ok that fine it’s my day off I.