The Ferrymans Daughter

THE GRAND HOTEL

CHAPTER FIVE

THE GRAND HOTEL

  Twelve hours before....

  She woke to the sounds of short pulses while her phone danced upon the nightstand. The covers flew back as her hand reached out taking the mobile device. The lady looked at it and read a message left by her partner which read

  "Tiff, i just wanted you to know I found something, I’m sure he is here!"

  Tiffany sat up in the bed as she read the message. She tossed the phone and pulled up the locket that she wore. Opening it, she looked deep inside at a picture of her mother. Tiffany loved her so much.

"Where did he take her?" The question burned inside. "Maybe she is alive? Somewhere out there endlessly suffering?"

  All just a recent memory, she began to well up and tears formed upon her eyes as the thought of what happened to her that night when the Well Dressed Man came and took her away. Forever gone, she needed to know where she was.

  ”Is she another one of his victims" she thought.

  Tiffany grew angry sitting cross legged upon the bed, she tossed her phone back onto the nightstand.

  "We have followed him, chased him how does he always get away? He will pay for what he took from me." She pondered.

  Her thoughts run wild with acts of revenge and all the missed opportunities. Tiffany felt as if he were within her grasp, she was sure they would get their man today. Now all she needed do was to close in and grab him at close quarters with her empty hand.

  Finally Tiffany got out of bed. The sheets fell off as she stood up walking past the covered window, light and shadow danced off her naked body as she closed the door to the bathroom.

  A short time later she emerged, refreshed and plainly clothed. Opening her purse, she grabbed the gun and badge. Tiff put the shiny metal shield away in her pocket then slowly checked over her weapon. It seduced her as she slid the firearm into its holster which laid on the bed.
 
  "Now that's ready, old school style!" she laughed while picking up her sunglasses.

  While she put them on, the reflection dotted green, red and blue buildings shone off its mirrored  finish as Tiff looked down upon the street.

  To her amazement, parked in front of the crummy bar sat the very sight in which she was craving. From above, she caught a glimpse as the door of the black Camaro swung open revealing its occupant.

  "Oh My Fucking God" she cried as she stepped behind the curtain in the window.
 
  The Well Dressed Man stepped out and he slowly shut the door. His black coat and boots mixed with the hard and soft grays of his garments which set him apart from those going about their day. His medium length black hair blew around in the breeze as he walked along the street with confidence. 

  Although he was aware of her gaze and presence, Tiffany's suspect had other things to attend to. The smell of death was upon the air and he had a delivery to make. Tiff watched intently as she peeked out from behind the drapes. He put his hand up and the alarm system chirped on his whip before he hastily entered the rickety establishment.

  Tiff leaped from behind the window, onto the bed and snatched up her phone with her hand, quickly her grace typed upon the small keyboard.

  “You were right hun, He is at some shitty bar across the road from the our hotel. This early wtf? Get here fast!"

  Tiff quickly covered the window where she had been watching him from. Then she grabbed her black leather jacket and purse then. Running out the door Tiffany stopped upon the landing to read the text from Bobs reply.

  "I am on my way babe, just need to put on me pants! Lol"

  "FFS HURRY!!"She typed.

  Tiffany put the cell phone into her back pocket while she made her way down a long flight of stairs. They emptied out into the lobby of the grand hotel where they had set up shop. Tiff approached the reception desk, she smiled and flirted with the attendant as she paid for her room.

  "Thank you." She said with a cute little smirk while the clerk handed her a receipt.

  Tiff turned and slowly walked through the busy hustle and bustle of the room and finally exited the grand hotel through the big antique glass door. A doorman held it for Tiff.

“Your Grace” said the doorman as she walked through
And he gave her a nod.

As she gave a smile and a glance, Tiffany stepped down the short sloped stairs which spread out onto the sidewalk and there, Tiff looked around.