Melinda realized that she'd messed up royally. She was frantic. She hadn't spoken to Michael since the day he witnessed her tryst with Randy.
For all she knew, Michael thought it was a one-time thing. What if he knew it went back months?
It had started innocently enough when several people from the police station decided to go for a Red Sox game and a late dinner in Boston one night after work. They went out for drinks later on Newbury Street.
Nobody wanted to drive all the way back to Slaters Falls at 2 AM so they got rooms at the Copley. ("Cops to the Copley!" one of them shouted drunkenly as he headed down the street away from the bar.) It was pricey so they doubled and tripled to save money.
Melinda and Randy had gone off to their respective restrooms while the room assignmen
