One Four-Hundred-Dollar Hotel Charge Sent Me Home Three Weeks Ahead of Schedule
“Come on into the kitchen.”
The house was quiet.
Haley and Cody were eating pizza in the living room with Martinez.
A cartoon played on the TV with the volume turned low.
I led the process server into the kitchen.
We sat down at the round oak table.
I laid a manila folder of my own on the wood.
I opened it and took out the printout of the Hotel Rosewood receipt.