Eating Cupcakes in a Cemetery by Shelley Dawn Siddall

Author:Shelley Dawn Siddall [Siddall, Shelley Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Saturday morning, Sean woke up with a killer hangover. He had lost Miss Hailey to that slick guy Jamal. They were gone by the time he returned to the parking lot last night.

He left his car at the pub, because Mr. Sean W. Johnson was a very responsible spy, and walked to a nearby motel. He looked around his motel room in the light of day.

“Very good cleaners,” he pronounced as he started the coffee machine and downed two extra strength pain tablets.

“Perhaps tonight you should not drink so much,” his Grandmother advised when he phoned her to report his progress.

“This is a very good idea Grandmother. I do not think my head could take another morning like this! Also my heart. I have lost Miss Hailey to her partner again.”

“That Jamal! He does no work but takes all the credit.”

Sean had informed his Grandmother of his observations of the two FBI agents while they stayed at the Shady Rest Motel. She really didn’t like Jamal.

“He is stealing your happiness. I think you should shoot him with Parmella’s gun. They will say it is a mugging.”

“No Grandmother, the Manager of the Shady Rest Motel is not allowed to kill people. Mr. Sean W. Johnson, helpful informant to the FBI is not allowed to kill people. Also, Miss Hailey Peterson would no doubt take a dim view of a murderer; not husband material she would say.”

“Or she would be impressed that you got rid of him for her.”

Sean was silent. “That might also be true. Once I have my thinking ability back; I will think about this. Good day Grandmother.”

He didn’t have anywhere to be until later that evening. Sean found staying cooped up in the motel room mind numbingly boring. His days were normally filled with bookings and checkouts, repairs and trouble shooting typical and not so typical requests from guests. Like the time Miss Beverly wanted him to install a roller-skating rink in her room. He declined.

Maybe he could go hang out in the lobby and listen in on the conversations? No! He was a man of action. He decided to go grocery shopping.

Sean walked out the door and into Hailey.

She continued to hold her hand up as she was about to knock on his door.

“Miss Hailey! You have found me!”

“I figured you were so hammered you just found the nearest motel and crashed. I must say I was pleased to find your car at the pub.”

“Yes I am a very responsible FBI informant.”

“Um, Sean, could we not mention the FBI?”

“Please, let me buy us a lot of coffee and you can tell me why you no longer like the FBI. Did they suspend you for knocking boots and for trying to find Beverly Nichols?”

Hailey stared up at Sean. “How did you come to that conclusion?”

“You are no longer carrying a gun in a shoulder holster. Plus you are no longer dressing like a robot in a brown suit. Today you look like the beautiful woman you are.”

They got in Hailey’s car and drove to Starbuck’s.

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