“SASHY’S WALLET.” DAD SAID.DAD PICKED IT UP AND LEAFED THROUGH
         IT.HE PULLED OUT SEVERAL NEATLY FOLDED BILLS AND SEVERAL SLIPS
         OF PAPER.CAPITAN GREENE PICKED UP THE MONEY AND SPREAD IT ACROSS
         MY LINE OF VIEW.IN FRONT OF US SAT AT LEAST NINE HUNDRED DOLLAR
         BILLS AND A COUPLE OF TWENTIES.I PICKED UP THE SLIPS OF PAPER.
           MOST OF THEM WERE PHONE NUMBERS.I TOOK THE WALLET FROM DAD AND
         LOOKED THROUGH THE CREDIT CARDS AND INFORMATION CARDS.
           “TWO MASTER CHARGES IN THE NAME OF GREGORY WHALBERG.A FAKE
         I.D UNDER GREGORY WHALBERG.OH,DAD,LOOK.” I HELD UP A BRIGHT PINK
         SLIP OF PAPER AND NOTICED THE FAINT SMELL OF PERFUME WITHIN IT.
         A PHONE NUMBER WAS SCRIBBLED HASTILY ON THE BACK.I IMMEADITLY
         RUFFLED THROUGH THE SLIPS OF PAPER AND PULLED OUT THE MATCHING
         PHONE NUMBER AND ADDRESS.I SMILED AND LOOKED AT DAD AND CAP.
           “BINGO.”
         
         
         
         THE NEXT MORNING I STOOD AND GAZED UP AT THE IMMACULATE HOTEL
         THAT STOOD BEFORE ME.I CHECKED THE ADDRESS.YEAH,THIS WAS IT.
         I ADJUSTED MY BLAZER AND WALKED INTO THE WARM LOBBY.A LIGHT
         SN~WWAS FALLING AND I WAS FROZEN.I WALKED UP THE FRONT DESK AND
         POLITELY RUNG THE BELL. A BUBBLE GUM CHEWING BLOND LOOKED UP FROM
         THE PHONE AND POLISHING HER NAILS.SHE REGUARDED ME WITH A NOD AND
         WENT BACK TO HER PHONE CONVERSATION.
           “SA’HOW’S FRED?” ShE ASKED INTO THE PHONE.I TAPPED THE BELL
         AGAIN.SHE LOOKED UP AND SNAPPED HER GUM.
           “ANYWAY MARCIE,I WAS SAYING TH—” I PICKED UP THE BELL AND SHOOK IT.
         “THAT I COULDN’T BELIEVE STEVE WOULD SAY THAT!” I LOOKED DOWN AT
         THE BELL IN MY HAND.I SLAMMED IT DOWN WITH ALL MY MIGHT,CRACKING
         THE FORMICA TOP.THE YOUNG WOMAN SLAMMED DOWN THE PHONE.
         
           “CAN I HELP YOU?” SHE ASKED INDIGNANTLY.
         “IT’S ABOUT TIME.I NEED THE ROOM NUMBER OF... .DARLA CARLTON.”
         
           “ROOM... .WHAT DID YOU SAY? COULD YOU REPEAT THAT?” SHE ASKED.
         
         “DARLA CARLTON.” I SAID.A FROWN CREASED HER FOREHEAD AS SHE RAN HER