start in the middle of the night. Which is good. They’ll be asleep.”
“It’s a possibility,” Patty said. “I suppose.”
They heard the distant quad-bike start up again, fifty yards away, then closer. It sounded like it was passing the barn and coming straight toward them.
They stood up.
The engine got loud and the machine roared around the corner, with Mark riding it, scattering dirt. There was a cardboard carton strapped to the rack on the back. Mark braked to a stop, and tapped the gear change into neutral, and shut the motor down. He smiled his master-of-the-universe smile.
“Good news,” he said. “The phone is back on. The mechanic will be here first thing in the morning. We were too late to get him today. But he knows what the problem is. He’s seen it before. Apparently there’s an electronic chip close to where the heater hoses go through the back of the dashboard. The chip fries when the water in the hoses gets too hot. He’s bringing a replacement chip he got from a wrecker’s yard. He wants five dollars for it. Plus fifty for labor.”
“That’s great,” Shorty said.
Patty said nothing.
Mark said, “And I’m afraid I want another fifty for the room.”
There was silence for a second.
Mark said, “Guys, I would love to tell you just forget it, but the bank would kick my ass. This is a business, I’m afraid. We have to take it seriously. And from your point of view it’s not so terrible. A hundred for the motel and fifty-some to fix your car, and you’re out of here for less than two hundred dollars all in. Could have been a whole lot worse.”
“Come take a look at this,” Patty said.
Mark climbed off the quad-bike and Patty led the way inside the room. She pointed down into the void under the vanity.
Mark said, “What am I looking for?”
“You’ll see.”
He looked.
He saw.
He said, “Oh, dear.”
He bent down and came back up with the cotton bud.
“I apologize most sincerely,” he said. “This is unforgivable.”
“Why did you tell us we were the first guests in this room?”
“What?”
“You made a big deal out of it.”
“You are the first guests in this room. Most definitely. This is something else entirely.”
“The painter?” Shorty said.
“No.”
“Then who?” Patty asked.
“The bank told us to improve our marketing. We hired a photographer to take pictures for a new brochure. He brought a model from Boston with him. We let her do her makeup in here, because it’s the nicest room. I suppose we were trying to impress her. She was very good looking. I thought we cleaned up after her. Obviously we didn’t succeed completely. Again, I apologize most sincerely.”
“So do I,” Patty said. “I guess. For jumping to conclusions. How did the pictures come out?”
“She was dressed as a hiker. Very big boots and very short shorts. A hiker on a warm day, clearly, because her top wasn’t huge, either. The motel was behind her. It looked pretty good.”
Patty gave him fifty of her hard-earned bucks.
She said, “What do we owe you for the meals?”
“Nothing,” Mark said. “That’s the least we can do.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. That’s just housekeeping money. The bank doesn’t see those numbers.” He put the fifty bucks and the cotton bud in his pants pocket. He said, “And kind of on the same subject, I have something for you.”
He led the way out to the lot again, back to the quad-bike, to the carton strapped to its rack.
He said, “You are absolutely invited to dinner tonight, of course, and breakfast tomorrow, but equally all of us would absolutely understand if you preferred to eat alone, just the two of you. Everyone knows making conversation can be stressful. We put together some ingredients for you. Either join us at the house, or help yourselves from the box. No pressure either way.”
He undid the straps and hefted the box in his arms. He half-turned and slid it into Shorty’s waiting hands.
“Thank you,” Patty said.
Mark just smiled, and climbed aboard the quad-bike, and started up its ferocious engine. He turned a wide circle in the stony lot and disappeared around the corner, heading back to the house.
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Cubicle four was the same as cubicle two, except in a different place. Otherwise it was identical. It had the same tweed chair, and a flat screen, and a sharpened pencil, and a pad of paper with the county name at the top, like a hotel brand. The flat screen was already lit up blue, with two