Dirty Black Summer Chapter 3

"Won't he be able to pick up your number on his caller ID?" I replied.

"I'm gonna call the front desk and ask for his room...tis...tis," Trina snarked back as if to say 'this ain't my first rodeo you silly willy'.

"Alrighty then," I cracked.

"By the way...here's the purse with the camera built in. Just make sure when you set it down its got a good panorama of the room... and do your best to keep Larry in front of it," I added, this time a little more seriously as I handed Trina the leather purse.

"My God...couldn't you have found something a little more stylish," Trina nagged. "This clashes with my entire outfit."

"Its the best the gadget store had...My P.I. friend has used this model in the past and it'll work perfectly for what we need it for," I snickered back. "Besides...the last thing Larry's gonna be concerned about is sizing up your purse."

"And you have Plan B inside it...right?" Trina replied, this time her voice a little more serious as well.

"Yep," I calmly answered, tapping the side of the purse as I gently laid it down in Trina's lap before opening it so she could see inside.

"Good," Trina sighed with what seemed to be resolute relief, realizing she would have an ace up her sleeve if she needed it.

With that Trina called the front desk and they patched her through the Larry's room. Once she told him she was there, Trina gathered her stuff and I told her we'd pull up to the exit just before she was ready to make her escape.

"Come on up and bring the laptop," I leaned back and told Summer once Trina began making her way towards the hotel's side entrance.

The glow from the computer's monitor filling the cab of my car, Summer and I waited in the eerie, greenish tint of darkness as the signal from the hidden camera in Trina's purse allowed us to follow her progress up to the room.

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