Harper Lawson — The Midnight Betrayal
“Some people here raised problems and weren’t heard,” I said.
“We’re changing the system that allowed that to happen.”
Afterward, Lila approached me.
The boiler at Harbor House had been replaced, and the hotel had finally received the maintenance funds it had been promised.
“It’s warmer,” she said, smiling.
“The guests noticed.
So did the staff.”
I laughed.