Chapter 20

I shrugged. “I hope Calvin’s sleeping and safe wherever he is.”

They didn’t push it, and Vic breathed a sigh of relief in my ear.

I knew exactly where Calvin was. In room 305 on the third floor of the Bandy being watched over by Raynetta and Justine.

Once again, Bandy’s Finest Hotel had folded another victim into its arms and was singing its lullaby. Calvin’s crisis was averted for the time being. 8

The morning of the wedding dawned pristine and bright. If I ever got married, I’d want a day like the one shining outside my window. Considering I’d barely reconciled myself to being Vic’s boyfriend, though neither of us had cemented the relationship by naming it, thoughts of a wedding and marriage seemed so future file as to be only a dream right now.