Chapter 33

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he said.

“Yeah. Definitely not a man.”

“No kidding.” Derek handed the phone back while trying to decide what to do next. “I’d like to find out who the other woman is. Unfortunately, if this is like the last motel, the person at the front desk won’t tell me, even though I know the room number.”

“Does it matter who she is?” Joe asked. “I’d say it’s real obvious Mrs. Sullivan’s having an affair, just like her husband thought.”

“You’re right.” Derek started toward the elevator, deep in thought. He finally decided what he had to do, and told Joe as they rode down to the motel lobby.

* * * *

Derek pressed the doorbell then stepped back, waiting for Mrs. Sullivan to answer. The door was on the chain when she opened it, giving him a view of half her face, one eyebrow arched in question as she said, “If you’re selling something, I’m not interested.”

“No, ma’am. I would like to speak with you about this afternoon.”