Day 7 – Wednesday. The Murder of the ‘Murder in Humboldt’. Enjoy
Something woke me at 4:30. You know, like when you hear a sound while sleeping, but then awaken and don’t know what that sound was.
Evidently, the sound had come from the screeching tires of Liz’s Corvette. Because when I peeked out the drapes, I just caught a glimpse of it racing out of the parking lot. The top was now up and I had no idea who was driving, or if someone was in the passenger seat.
Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I surveyed the parking lot. Most of the cars that were there earlier were still there, and JR’s Lincoln had returned to its original parking spot. There was, however, a new addition. The white 61 Cadillac I had seen earlier was back, and was parked in front of Room 3. I assume they had come back and rented a room after…
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