Chapter 8

Simone laid down on her bed, hoping to dream about Michael. As she was about to doze off, her hotel phone rang.

            “Hello?” she piped.

            “Simone, Grandma knows you’re here. The police confirmed it. How could you have been so careless to show your identity to Officer Overlin? You need to come here as soon as you can, within this hour.”

            “Damn, what’s the old hag planning on doing to me? I’m not going to leave town, you know.”

            “I don’t know. But the sooner you come the easier things will be, and she won’t have to send her men to force you to come.”

            Simone sighed. “Alright, alright. I’ll call Len right now.”

            Miriam had already hung up. Simone stretched and called Len.