Harper Lawson — The Midnight Betrayal
PART 28: THE SMALL HOTEL BY THE RIVER
A year after that midnight, I visited a hotel Lawson Holdings had considered selling.
It stood by a river in a town small enough that the main street closed early.
The building was old but carefully maintained, with a dining room overlooking the water.
A young manager named Daniel showed me around.
He knew which floorboards creaked and which guests always requested rooms near the garden.
He also knew that the property’s owners had postponed a roof repair before we acquired it.
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