Sexy Girls by Gary S. Griffin

pattern. A restaurant sat in the middle of the lobby surrounded by a small grove of tropical trees and plants and flowers. I found out that I accidentally arranged for a suite on the top floor. I would rest in style, a style I didn't usually enjoy on a business trip.
    The suite was very comfortable as there were two main rooms, a bedroom and a living/kitchen area. When I had unpacked and rearranged some things to my liking, I called Cyn. I passed on my room and phone numbers.
    Cyn had met with Jimmie in the morning and passed on directions to the Grayson’s Delaware home. She gave him a photo of Robert Grayson and answered Jimmie’s questions. Plus, after they finished their coffee, Cyn walked Jimmie to the office parking garage and showed him Robert’s Jaguar in his special parking spot. Jimmie said he would begin tailing Robert that night.
    After I unpacked, I returned to the lobby and asked to speak to the manager on duty. A forty-something overweight man with silver hair appeared. He had a red face and a friendly smile glued to his face. I introduced myself to Vince Mello, the front desk manager. He had heard of me and expected me. Mello directed me to the storage room, down a rear hall to the left. Inside were eight other suitcases and travel bags. Mello lifted a white suitcase. It was the middle-sized one of the matching pieces back on the penthouse’s bed in Philly.
    â€œHere it is, Mr. Garrett.”
    He placed it on top of the long metal table in the middle of the room.
    â€œPlease feel free to take it with you after you’re done.”
    Mello turned and left me alone in the windowless room.
    The case was unlocked and opened easily. Pretty and casual clothes were inside. Besides clothes and toiletries, I found a black journal. Inside were mostly blank sheets, except for the front. It had writings, diary entries, ranging over the last year. I pulled Andi’s journals out of my shoulder bag and opened a page in the white journal to compare. The handwriting matched, although the script in the black journal was sloppier. No entry was dated after a week ago. Looking close, I got a chill. Someone had torn out at least two sheets from the journal; I could see the edges at the spine.
    I closed up the suitcase, put the black journal in my bag and walked out of the room. I headed to the elevator and put Andi’s suitcase inside my room, and then returned to the lobby. I purchased a Fort Collins map in the gift shop and then ate a late lunch in the lobby restaurant, 'The Park.’ I saw that my hotel was in the south central part of Fort Collins, just west of College Avenue, the main north to south route.
    After lunch and over a second iced tea, I pulled out the black journal and started reading. Within minutes I realized this was Andi's secret diary. The pink and white journals were sanitized, written as if they could be a future memoir. The black journal painted a different picture. In these pages Andi Grayson was a distraught woman, one whose life got turned upside down three months earlier. Certain things were clear. She wanted to be divorced and hated Robert for being arrogant, uncaring and a cad. She loved Cyn, but that love turned to deep friendship and gratitude after Valentine's Day. Cyn was Andi's only close friend. The night at the Kimmel Center freaked Andi out and she cooled it on girl sex afterwards.
    Andi wrote that after her divorce and with her big cash pay-off, she would start a new life. She planned to open her own business, an interior decorating business. Andi hoped Cyn would join her as her partner. She'd get her own place in the suburbs and get away from the crazy modeling world. This spring, Andi was taking her last class in an interior decorating certificate program.
    I felt like a voyeur at some of the entries. Before Valentines' Day she planned her future, her dream that would follow her divorce from Robert. Andi had a crush on a guy but that guy had shown only tentative