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Maid in Heaven-Motel Investigation

Maid in Heaven-Motel Investigation

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This is part of a scene in my book, Maid in Heaven. Aggie has become a little too nosy, as usual, and her nosiness leads her to a motel on the outskirts of Palm Springs, where she tries to ask the woman running the customer service desk a few questions.

You can read more at www.MichelleAnnHollstein.com

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This is part of a scene in my book, Maid in Heaven. Aggie has become a little too nosy, as usual, and her nosiness leads her to a motel on the outskirts of Palm Springs, where she tries to ask the woman running the customer service desk a few questions.

You can read more at www.MichelleAnnHollstein.com

Happy Reading!

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Published by: Michelle Ann Hollstein on Apr 04, 2009
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 Maid in Heaven – Motel Investigation
Sliding the two straps of her pocketbook up ashigh as they would go on her shoulder, Aggie pulledopen the glass door to the reception area.Jingling loudly, a string of bells were tied tothe handle on the inside of the door to alert thestaff of new arrivals. It swung back and forthbanging noisily against the glass.Betty followed Aggie into the dimly lit room.The window facing the parking lot was covered upwith a large piece of plywood. The glass on theoutside was still intact, so Aggie believed it wasfitted into the window to try and keep the roomcooler.A small brass desk lamp with an oblong greenglass shade and the glass front door, with a thickfilm of grunge, were the only sources of light. Thelittle lamp sat on an empty desk in the corner ofthe room.
 
Aggie approached the counter and smacked thetop of a silver bell. A lined sheet of paper wastaped to the side of the desk beneath the bell. Itread:
Ring for Assistance
. After a moment or two,Aggie tapped the bell again. Still, no one came.An over flowing glass ashtray, resting on thecorner of the heavily gauged walnut desk, caught hereye. Smoke was steadily rising from severalrecently stubbed out cigarettes.“Hello,” Aggie called. “Hello?”After a minute or two of waiting, Betty wasgrowing increasingly tense. “This was a bad idea,”she said. “Maybe we should go.”“I’m sure we’ll be helped in a minute,” Aggiereassured.“I don’t think anyone is here,” Betty whisperedand glanced worriedly over her shoulder, through thedirty glass of the door, at her new car in theparking lot. It was all right. There was still noone about.
 
“Nonsense,” Aggie said. “Someone just recentlyput that out. It’s still smoking. See?”She picked up the ashtray and poked at thesmoldering butts with the nail of her forefinger.She lifted up what was left of a cigarette that waspainted with bright orange lipstick.“Oh God, Aggie.” Betty crinkled up her nose indisgust and waved the smoke away with her hand.“Don’t touch it! You don’t know whose mouth thathas been in.”“A woman with florescent orange lips,” Aggieteased. “Obvious, isn’t it?”“I can
see
that,” Betty grimaced. “Apparently,there’s no accounting for taste.”Aggie grinned and dropped the butt back intothe ashtray.“Well, if someone does show up, what are yougoing to ask?”“Oh, dear,” Aggie said, setting the ashtraydown on the counter. “To tell you the truth, I’mnot quite sure.”

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