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I keep a personal stash in the hotel safe. It builds up. I don’t have a lot of expenses. I put three thousand in cash in a hotel envelope. I’ll have to liquidate a few of my accumulated paycheques to get more, but I figure it can wait a day at least. I’m sure Randall Poy will be reasonable.

I’m on my way to the hospital with good intentions, but I really need a cup of coffee and an order of toast. I interpret feeling hungry as a positive sign that I’m not about to drop dead from my injury. Molly MacKay is in the Lobby Café, sitting at the counter and dipping a tea bag up and down in the metal pot. She glances up as I come through the lobby door and watches me without a hint of recognition as I approach.

“Ms. MacKay?” I say. “We met last night. I’m Joe Grundy.”

“I remember. You were warning Jake about the dangerous people in the world.”

“I suppose you’ve had to tell the police about last night so many times you’re fed up.”

“I’m just tired, Mr. Grundy, and I’m waiting until I can get my little suitcase and go home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Roberts Creek on the Sunshine Coast.”

“I know it. It’s on the way to Sechelt. You’ve got a ferry ride ahead of you. Do you have a car?”

“I took the bus. There’s one at noon, if they’ll let me leave.”

“I’ll talk to the detective in charge. He’s not a bad guy.”

“Thank you.”