want my pillow chocolates?” she giggled making me swallow hard through the sound and tell her softly,
“You keep them for me.” I then held back from adding, ‘for when I get there’ knowing that it would only remind her that she was being hunted. Something her drunken mind had chosen not to focus on if the lighthearted part of this phone call was anything to go by.
“Then why did you ask?”
“Because I want to imagine where it is you are, whilst I am speaking to you,” I told her in a subtle way.
“Ha! So, I can give you a clue as to where to find me…nope, nope, I don’t think so,” she said in a playful tone and I could hear her shaking her head, which must have made her burp, as she giggled again at the sound. So much for her mind not being focused, I thought wryly.
“I think you’re safe by telling me if you are sat on the bed or on a chair,” I pointed out.
“Bed and it’s comfy,” she said, obviously giving it a little bounce as I could hear the slight squeak. I dragged a hand through my hair in frustration and, forcing my tone to continue to be calm, I asked,
“And do you still have a drink in hand, or did you leave your last cocktail at the bar?”
“Nope, I left it at my table, although I should probably drink some water, they say that’s good, right?” she asked making me sigh,
“Yes, that is probably best, do you have any or do you need to call room service?” I asked, all the while trying to discover little bits of information. For I knew if it had a bar and room service then I could cross all motels and bed and breakfasts off my list.
“I have some in the fridge,” she told me, and I heard the sound of her getting up and opening a door. Then I heard the sound of a bottle cap twisting telling me she was doing as suggested.
“Is there anything else in there, like food to soak up the alcohol, as that will help also?” I asked at the same mentally wondering how many hotels could be crossed off a list due to the contents offered in a minibar.
“Oh, Gods, I couldn’t eat another bite! There is a lot of food here, like they are constantly feeding you!” she said laughing and taking another sip of her water, telling me that would most definitely help in narrowing my search as it was starting to sound as if she were at an all-inclusive resort of some kind, perhaps in Florida as Pip suggested.
“That’s good,” I commented trying not to let on where my thoughts were.
“It is? Why, because I think if I keep eating like this, then I will be the size of a house by the time I get there…I’ve been living on junk food, and I can’t decide which was my favorite,” she said rambling and not realising that she was giving me more and more information, so I decided to push a little.
“No, you won’t, maybe a cute little hippo, but not a house.” She giggled at that and Gods, how I had missed the sound.
“Unless, of course, you are planning on writing a book on the junk food of the States?” I said making her laugh, at the same time I was holding myself ridged, as if waiting any moment for a single place name.
“Umm, now why didn’t I think about that?”
“I will let you have the idea, at a price of course.” She made a huh, huh sound and after another little burp slipped out, she asked in a sceptical tone,
“And what would that price be exactly?” This told me that I needed to continue to be cautious here, so decided to change my answer,
“I will only ask for fifty percent of the cut and a place on the book tour.” She laughed again,
“Great, I will see you in Milwaukee then.” My heart started pounding and I asked in a feigned amused tone,
“Why, is that where you are?” However, the hope in my tone was easy to hear because she released a deep sigh and said,
“No, I am not in Milwaukee, Lucius.” I closed my eyes against the disappointment and forced myself to say,
“That’s a shame, I hear they have good beer there.”
“Really?” she sounded genuinely interested so I kept the conversation going and told her what I knew of the place,
“It’s known for its breweries,