“If you go up that flight of stairs and take a right, you will find your room on the left side of the hall,” Lemon said sweetly, handing the man on the opposite side of the counter his room key.
“Is it too late to get dinner? I am afraid I wasn’t able to stop during my travels today,” he asked her. His voice was calm and warm. Nothing was threatening about the man as I eyed him carefully.
“Our dinner service just ended for the evening, but I would be happy to ask the staff to put something together for you before they leave,” Lemon told him.
“Oh, no. There is no need to go to the trouble. I am sure there is a restaurant still open in this charming little town,” he assured Lemon.
“Yes, sir, there is a diner about three blocks from here. They are open late every night and have a pret
