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Chicago he knew exactly what I meant.

"Do I owe any on my bill?"

"Just for one more day, that's all."

"You could have left things alone for another day, couldn't you?"

"Huh?"

"Couldn't you have left my stuff up there for one more day?"

"Mr. Fleming, you were gone--"

The man's tone alerted me. "Gone for how long?"

He looked in his book. "It was right here, you checked in Monday, then

left your key with the day clerk--

"Did I get any phone calls?"

"I dunno, we don't keep records of that. The switchboard girl might

know. Anyway, when you didn't come back by checkout time Wednesday, we

packed your things up. It's Friday now and we couldn't keep the room not

knowing if you were coming back or not, not for no three days we

couldn't."

Friday morning.

I paid up and left the hotel on shaking legs.

I wandered around for a couple hours, unhappy and frustrated by the

lapse of memory. Perhaps it was the shock of being killed. Some people
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could block out horrible experiences in that way, and being murdered had

to rank pretty high up on the horrible-experience list.

List. Whatever the hell that was.