“That’s the lot,” called Sarah Cartwright as she came round from behind the bar, drying her hands on a towel. She’d decided to work on the reception area before anything else as it would be the first thing potential customers would see and she was anxious to get things moving. A selling point, you could say. An advert. Upstairs, Lewis busied himself in the second of the rooms. Top of the list, he’d cleaned a single, which had proved reasonably easy, but the double was a struggle to prepare. A gaping hole in the roof allowed dust and debris to pile up in the corners, putting a thick film of dirt over everything. As he clumped down the stairs of the two storey hotel, he forced a smile when he saw Sarah with her hair tied back, wearing green overalls, which disguised her fine figure, sleeves
