Chapter 8
I rented a car after I landed at the airport, arriving around eleven Thursday morning at the motel where we’d be staying. The first thing I did was check in with Gavin to let him know I’d made it there safely. As soon as I hung up, I got out my laptop to see if I’d gotten a response on my job application. I was relieved when I saw an email from a Harold Thorne at the Rotunda motel. It asked me to call at my earliest convenience to set up an interview—so I did.
“Mr. Barton, thank you for calling. Are you free to come in this afternoon?” Mr. Thorne asked.
“Yes, sir. What time?”
“Two. Tell the clerk at the front desk you’re here to see me. She’ll let me know you’ve arrived.”
I did as he asked, showing up there on the dot of two. The lobby looked exactly as it had in the photos
