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Stuck by a Drummer- The Adventure Continues
I raised my head and fixed my bleary eyes on Pete, who was so flustered he was practicaly dancing right there in the canopy shadows. He had a really 'German art student' look going for him: black tights, thigh length black Dolce and Gabbana T-shirt, powdered face, and the sluttiest red lipstick I'd ever seen.
"Stiggy! We nearly got broken into!!"
"Broken into?" Steve echoed. "You mean the hotel room?"
Pete's nostrils flared in impatience. "Well, I'm not a virgin any more, so what other way could there be, dammit? Lynne ordered room service because you two were taking your sweet fucking time to get back, and when the waiter arrived at our door with the tray, some bloke tried to rush in past him into the room."
"Did you get a good look at him?"
"I think Lynne and the waiter did. I just ran into the toilet and locked the door."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Steve resumed walking again, and assisted me into the lobby. The reception area was dotted with leather sofas and mahogany coffee tables, so he helped me sit down. "So what happened? I take it he's not still up there."
"No, Lynne and the waiter said he just stood there long enough to scan the room, like he was looking for someone in particular, and then ran like a bat out of hell." Pete jerked his head toward a door, just beside the checkin desk, that read 'Administration'. "Lynne's in there now, talking to the hotel manager and security staff. She doesn't reckon she could identify him again, as he pulled a stocking over his head. I guess the waiter never paid attention to the fact that he was being followed either- likely thought the bloke was a guest on his way to his room."
"This has all got to be connected to me," I said weakly, "unless your lives are normally this exciting."
"Not exciting like this." To my surprise, Pete began to smile. "But you know what? I kind of like it. This is like one of those A&E mysteries."
Steve rolled his eyes. "Don't start enjoying yourself too much." He told Pete about what had happened to us after we left MacDonald's. The singer's jaw dropped as Steve detailed the daylight kidnapping, the escape from a fate that can only be guessed at, and our close brush with recapture at the cafe.
"Holy shit, Stiggy!" He bounced to his feet and began to pace back and forth in front of our sofa, wringing his thin white hands in mixed excitement and distress. "This just doesn't seem real. Maybe it's got nothing to do with KC. Maybe Boy George's camp is jealous that the new album is doing so well in Japan and he wants to pick off my band members one by one."
"You better hope not. Once they get me, all there is left is you. Dean and Jason don't count."
I had to laugh. And once I started, I couldn't stop. Pete immediately planted himself beside me and put a concerned arm around my shoulders: I noted a thin line of powder where he had failed to properly blend his foundation into his jawline and began to laugh harder.
Finally, I stopped- which was just as well, because I thought I was going to puke again. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but a voice coming from the direction of the check in desk stopped him fast.
"I have a delivery for Miss KC Payden. I understand she's booked into this hotel."
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