She never liked the smoking. Always complained to management. Would get a sarcastic respponse like "What else are people going to do on breaks?". But she didn't like it. 

She had some kind of deal with the hotel owner, like she just worked mornings. 6-11. Then she left. She liked it...

The kid went outside to smoke, he did this when he told people to stop smoking. Like an hommage or something, but also he'd check their windows. People always smoked out the windows, and every hates when they get busted. 

So he went out under Blakes window surprised there wasn't...

Danny Calruso, he'd heard that before or was familiar. Maybe just sounds like a mobster. 

He sat at the bar a little while longer, his whiskey now seeming more than he wanted. So he left the rest, almost a whole shot,  Imogen Howe would have laughed at him. Said something...

The bar was busier than usual. He thought it was August, so people had to be on holiday or something. Was school out? He had no idea. There was the pamphlet couple, but now three men at one table. All beer, Budweiser , one of them he recognized. Worked here,...

She had the pistol now in her waist. The way she held it made Blake feel nervous. Like she has killed before and now she was waiting for something to happen. Or like she knew something would happen, and soon.

They walked back to hotel together, first on the beach....

"And here we are sir, a whole chicken. Buon appetite."

"Uh thank you he said."

The chicken was steaming and glistening, one of the best things he had seen in his life. The taste was like every good bite of food he'd had in his life. Nothing before had been worth it...

When Blake got to his bed he was blown away by the view. He hadn’t expected to be filled with some much joy, and then followed by sadness. He was alone now, he had no work. Something that up until now filled most of his waking life, and he had...

"Just a room with a view." Blake said. He adjusted his shirt by pulling on the stomach. 

It was hotter than he imagined here. There was a breeze from the sea, but still the sun seemed brighter, and it didn't stop. 

"Excuse me? For two" The receptionist said.

"Just a room...

The next day the hotel served a continental breakfast. Various things were wrapped in plastic. Non expired but a lot were almost. Suspiciously so Steve thought. Some of the numbers looked like someone else had printed over, but the blueberry muffin tasted as it should. Each packet of blueberry was...

To  Imogen Howe there was something sinister about love. Like if someone says they love her, they would have to show it. Over and over again, even when it was inconvenient.

One of her friends taught her this a long time ago.

She whispered "Ask us to drive us, and...