A few days later . . . It was Saturday night at Garvey’s, and Sam Ellis was looking to get his dick wet again. Last night, he had gotten drunk as a skunk and fucked a chick on top of a table during the orgy. He had never participated in an orgy before. Sam had even got to watch four chicks fuck in a cluster. They didn’t seem to mind him watching, then again, they weren’t paying much attention to anything or anyone but each other. The girl last night was a pretty, short thing with shoulder length brown hair. But tonight, he had two beauties that would make the one from last night look like Kelly Osbourne. They were both blonde and new in town – like him. Both had big tits and big asses. Wendy had pink nipples and Callie had gray nipples. He was balls deep in Callie’s pussy and smothered in Wendy’s bountiful tits. They had to be DDs. Sam had never been with two women at the same time before. This was the life. Millions of dolla
Mable had been working at Garvey’s Hotel and Bar since she was nineteen-years-old. She was now sixty-one. One more year, and she would finally be able to afford retirement. Granted it wouldn’t be a flush retirement but retired nonetheless. Thank the Lord. She had started under the early years of Jack and Jo Garvey’s reign over the family business as a housekeeper. They were a loving and respectful mix couple. Jo was black like Mable and Jack was a white man. When they had both died, it had broken her heart. Mable still remembered how ecstatic Jo had been when she had finally conceived – and with twins. Mable still remembered the words she had said to Jo. “God gave you a double blessing for your patience and faith.” She still remembered the day they brought the babies home. Their twin girls took over after Jack had to be admitted to a home in Phoenix for Alzheimer’s. Mable adored the girls, but she sure didn’t like how they sa
Juan was snuggled in bed with Nicolette. She was wearing a fresh Garvey’s T-shirt he had given her from the drawer. They had come upstairs last night for a quiet drink and to chat. He was amazed that she knew so much about cars, despite the fact her father was race car driver. Juan had gotten a second wind after two hours and they had fucked – with her on top. He had guided her movements and gave her tips and instructions but not many. Apparently, she had taken to heart all the books and porn videos she had watched. At seven a.m. Juan had run down to the bar and grabbed some breakfast food, coffee, and orange juice. He had dashed back upstairs so they could have breakfast in bed. Garvey’s didn’t serve breakfast to the public. Just to the employees. Something Jackie and Jodi had started a year after the re-launch. Once Barbara was back from maternity leave, he was going to put a stop to it. Yeah, it was nice for the employees who wanted to come in early before a
The day was rough, and it was going to turn into hell. Juan’s first priority, and to his shame, was to get the guests checked out as quickly as possible. He even put Becky, the waitress, on desk duty with Barbara so they would have two lines going. The last thing Juan needed was a coroner wheeling a dead body out of Garvey’s for God and everybody to gawk at and question. The guests who mentioned or complained about the racket Ms. Mable made were given a ten percent discount on their last night’s room rate and a three-dollar coupon for the bar. Those who inquired about the incident were told that the maid was a new hire who thought she could handle the weekend environment and she had found out differently. Juan didn’t want to tell a fib on Ms. Mable like that, but he couldn’t allow the customers to learn the truth. Juan had seen what happens to hotels and motels when a death occurred in one of the rooms. A motel he was staying at in Milwaukee nearly
“Where the fuck is he?” Juan mumbled as he paced the fourth-floor hallway. It wasn’t a big deal. There was no one up there but Juan and Sam – dead Sam. Fuck.Juan had got a text from Matt saying he was going to change at the station, call Jodi to let her know he was going to hang out with Juan for an hour or so, and be right home. What Juan knew and Matt didn’t was he might not be right home after an hour.When Juan had gotten the message, he made sure room 402 was blocked from bookings for the fifth time that day, and told Barb that he was expecting Matt and if he came through the hotel doors to direct him to the fourth floor. He told Daniel the same thing if Matt came in through the bar. He had called Trina to check on her and Mable. The stubborn old woman still wouldn’t eat anything. Then he had returned Nicolette’s call. He had told her Matt would be there in fifteen minutes. When Juan had returned to his room he was still in shock. He had just blurted out what he had found to Ni
The forensics team combed the room over while Matt and Juan waited in a room across the hall, so Matt could take Juan’s official statement. Both room doors were propped open. Otto was able to just walk a few feet to give Matt immediate need to know information.Matt noted Sam’s license information on a pad so his license could stay in an evidence bag. Sam had one suitcase filled with clothes, normal toiletries in the bathroom, a bottle of aspirin, a hundred and fifty dollars in his wallet, a paper bag with eight thousand four and thirty dollars in it, no credit cards, a cell phone, a photo of a woman, a man, and three girls, a key chain with a car key, two regular keys, and a lock key, and a few business cards.“Do you know why he had so much cash on him?” Matt asked.“Sam still lived the life of a drifter,” Juan said. “Plus, he liked casinos. He stopped at a couple in Arizona before he came here. Probably had a good run.” “Hmm,” Matt mused. “Yeah, but to keep that much cash in your
Monday afternoon, Juan prepared himself for the verbal assault as he settled in the office with Jodi and Jackie. He had asked Matt not tell the twins about Sam Ellis. Matt had said that it should come from Juan since they still own a part of the business, so they had a right to know. Juan didn’t want them to know because he knew they would blame him somehow. Sam was Juan’s friend not some random guest off the highway. In the end, Juan had refused to call them about it and told Matt to do what he felt was right in regards to informing the twins. “What’s up?” Juan asked. “I think you know what’s up,” Jackie said. “Jackie, what happened yesterday couldn’t be avoided. I don’t know how you think I could have prevented -” Juan began. “Of course, you couldn’t stop it,” Jackie interrupted. “We came here to see how you were and how we can help.” “Yeah. You can’t stop someone who really wants to kill themselves – or partici
It was Sunday morning, and Juan was feeling pretty good despite what had happened last Sunday. No one in town or the surrounding areas knew about Sam being found dead at the hotel, which surprised Juan because he was sure the EMTs would have talked, but it didn’t seem like they had. Juan just thanked his lucky stars.Matt and his team were still working on Sam’s case. Forensics believed Sam’s death was an accident per cloth fibers that were found on his body and the ice bucket bag. Matt tended to agree based on the staff statements and security camera footage from the lobby and exit doors down stairs. He did have Juan come in to look at some of the footage that Matt found suspicious. Juan identified the two blondes Sam had been with. They had appeared to be in a hurry and they went out the side door exit. Juan only knew their first names. Matt had put in the Arizona state police database that they were wanted for questioning, but he didn’t suspect them of foul play. Sam’s valuables ha