sister. Even as an only child, I knew what a sibling hug felt like. I went to tell Stacey thanks for watching my purse. I made all the rounds I could, even the people that I was greeting for the first time. I knew pretty much everyone after three and a half years with the company. I didn't have good instructions, so I just left the club and walked back toward my car. There were a lot of revelers walking around downtown, so I felt relatively safe walking back to my parking spot. As I got in my car, I realized I didn't know where I was going or what I should do. I thought about calling Longboard, but then I thought if he didn't call me I was just going home. I wasn't going to wait on him, not even sure if that's what he wanted. I started the engine and left the parking lot. I just headed in the direction of home because that was the only place I knew to go. I wasn't going to let him have me on his desk again. Not that it wasn't hot the first time, but so many things were hot the first time. It was only about a ten minute drive. So I decided if I got home for the night, I wasn't going back out. Longboard had to think and act fast. Then I got a text.
Sage Waikiki Room 1510 Reservation Blair Fischer
I looked at the text and realized I didn't know exactly where The Sage Waikiki was but everyone knew the place was posh. I had to Google it on my phone. It was out on Kahala Ave. And I was kind of headed in that direction. I kept repeating the reservation name over and over in my head so I could just say it naturally. About the tenth time I repeated it, I realized Blair was a unisex name. It could be for a man or woman. It was a nice play because I could ask for the keycard to 1510 under the name Blair Fischer and the front desk staff would easily think of me as a Blair Fischer. But then Longboard could do the same thing. There would be no real record that two people, male and female went to the same room, unless someone studied the camera footage. Longboard wasn't counting on that. Neither was I.
Chapter 5
It was about 12:53 am when I got to the room. But I wouldn't call it a room really. It was maybe a little bigger than my duplex, including both apartments. The bathroom had a step-in Jacuzzi, walled off by pillars. And it took up maybe a quarter of the entire suite. The mirror in the bathroom was so long it was panoramic. Even before I stepped into the bathroom, I could see my reflection on the far side of the mirror. The shower was the one thing I couldn't really figure out. The walls were covered with Talavera tiles. There was no curtain or glass but it was in its own area, far enough away from everything to be wet, while everything else stayed dry. The shower was elevated, two steps lead up to the floor, where you could shower. And the shower was wide. The shower had a drain but then there was a slope that allowed the water to flow down over the side of the shower floor. There was a grout covered gutter where excess water could overflow and drain off. It looked like some modern improvement on a basic concept, showering. I was sure it had some purpose or some feng shui in it. Luxury hotels were always at the forefront of the trend. I wasn't so sure whether the trend would catch on though. It looked like something they would do in Spain, but everything done in Spain didn't catch on elsewhere. Barcelona's Park Güell was like a life-sized version of Candyland . But every city didn't have one. Every city didn't need one. What I was looking at was the Park Güell of showers. I continued to study the room and felt how soft was the carpet in the bedroom. It wasn't really carpet. It was that microfiber stuff. But it was nice.
I heard the lock turning at about 1:40 am. It had been about forty-five minutes,
Sage Waikiki Room 1510 Reservation Blair Fischer
I looked at the text and realized I didn't know exactly where The Sage Waikiki was but everyone knew the place was posh. I had to Google it on my phone. It was out on Kahala Ave. And I was kind of headed in that direction. I kept repeating the reservation name over and over in my head so I could just say it naturally. About the tenth time I repeated it, I realized Blair was a unisex name. It could be for a man or woman. It was a nice play because I could ask for the keycard to 1510 under the name Blair Fischer and the front desk staff would easily think of me as a Blair Fischer. But then Longboard could do the same thing. There would be no real record that two people, male and female went to the same room, unless someone studied the camera footage. Longboard wasn't counting on that. Neither was I.
Chapter 5
It was about 12:53 am when I got to the room. But I wouldn't call it a room really. It was maybe a little bigger than my duplex, including both apartments. The bathroom had a step-in Jacuzzi, walled off by pillars. And it took up maybe a quarter of the entire suite. The mirror in the bathroom was so long it was panoramic. Even before I stepped into the bathroom, I could see my reflection on the far side of the mirror. The shower was the one thing I couldn't really figure out. The walls were covered with Talavera tiles. There was no curtain or glass but it was in its own area, far enough away from everything to be wet, while everything else stayed dry. The shower was elevated, two steps lead up to the floor, where you could shower. And the shower was wide. The shower had a drain but then there was a slope that allowed the water to flow down over the side of the shower floor. There was a grout covered gutter where excess water could overflow and drain off. It looked like some modern improvement on a basic concept, showering. I was sure it had some purpose or some feng shui in it. Luxury hotels were always at the forefront of the trend. I wasn't so sure whether the trend would catch on though. It looked like something they would do in Spain, but everything done in Spain didn't catch on elsewhere. Barcelona's Park Güell was like a life-sized version of Candyland . But every city didn't have one. Every city didn't need one. What I was looking at was the Park Güell of showers. I continued to study the room and felt how soft was the carpet in the bedroom. It wasn't really carpet. It was that microfiber stuff. But it was nice.
I heard the lock turning at about 1:40 am. It had been about forty-five minutes,
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