Harper Lawson — The Midnight Betrayal
I visited the original hotel again.
Mrs.
Dorsey had retired, but her successor kept a small paper notebook beside the computer.
It held notes about guests who needed extra assistance, a broken lobby light and a supplier waiting for payment.
My father would have approved of the notebook.
He would also have asked whether someone checked it.
Now someone did.
PART 27: THE VERDICT WAS NOT THE END