The Skulls of Amarillo by Mark E. Green

Author:Mark E. Green [Green, Mark E.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: I2I Publishing
Published: 2015-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

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When Charles woke up, he was feeling a little better about things. He took a shower and changed his shirt before heading down to dinner. He couldn’t help but want to impress Dottie, even if it was just a little. He grabbed his phone and went for the door. He stopped with his hand on the door. Charles wondered for a moment if he’d have the same awful experience he suffered from on his way to the room.

But he couldn’t do his job without actually leaving the room. Hell, even if he didn’t want to do this anymore he’d still have to leave his room in order to get out the front door.

Charles took a deep breath and stepped outside his room. He waited, but nothing happened.

He let out a sigh of relief, realizing that he had been holding his breath. He felt like a fool. Maybe what he felt before was just air sickness hitting him late. He might be jet-lagged. There were all sorts of explanations.

His stomach grumbled, reminding him that dinner was about to happen. Charles smiled and followed the hallway to the end and took the stairs to the lobby. From there he followed the signs to the dining room. He wished he’d brought his map with him, the place was like a maze. Every few feet there was another turn with new doors. At least there were signs pointing him in the correct direction.

When he finally made his way there, he saw a long banquet table. It was dressed to the brim with clothes and fancy silverware.

“Charles!” Said a familiar voice.

Charles turned and saw the bright face of Dottie. She was carrying a plate full of something that looked like sliced ham.

“I’m glad you could join us.” She said, passing by him and setting the food down on the table.

Charles was so busy watching her that he didn’t even notice someone coming into the room from behind him.

“’scuse me! Coming through!” It was a man’s voice. Charles could only assume that it was her husband, Tom. He was carrying a plate as well. It looked like some sort of side dish. He placed it on the table before coming over to greet Charles.

He held out his hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Charles. Name’s Tom.”

Charles shook his hand and smiled. Though it was a fake one. “Nice to meet you.”

They sat down and began to eat dinner. The conversation was casual. They talked about jobs and where Charles was coming from, why he was staying there, and so on. He lied about most of it. He didn’t really feel bad about it either.

Usually the places he studied for work didn’t have people who opened them or ran them. But since he did he felt it was necessary to protect himself by not revealing what he was really there for.

The food tasted fine. The meat didn’t appear to be anything other than ham. In fact, it was delicious.

After the meal ended he kindly thanked them and made his way back up to his room.

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