The Sanctuary Episode 1

`1.1`	I'd been sitting in my car so long watching room 3A at the Beverlywood Motor Hotel, the milk in my coffee cup had formed a thin floating layer of skin. Mrs. Gordon Sands had hired me to spy on her husband, fearing his "late nights at the office" had more to do with the new marketing assistant's bottom than with the bottom line. For the past five days, I'd been following him to work, to his morning tennis game, and to pick up his daughter at ballet. I began to think I'd been hired by yet another paranoid Hollywood housewife with an overactive imagination. But now he was finally acting suspicious--he'd checked into Room 3A at two o'clock on a Thursday afternoon. The Beverlywood Motor Hotel calls itself, "Your Home Away from Home," but among PI's it's known as "Your Home Away from Your Wife." `I just needed one lousy photo of his lover to collect my fee. I waited two hours with no sign of her. My eyes began getting drowsy and I drifted off.`

1.1

I'd been sitting in my car so long watching room 3A at the Beverlywood Motor Hotel, the milk in my coffee cup had formed a thin floating layer of skin. Mrs. Gordon Sands had hired me to spy on her husband, fearing his "late nights at the office" had more to do with the new marketing assistant's bottom than with the bottom line. For the past five days, I'd been following him to work, to his morning tennis game, and to pick up his daughter at ballet. I began to think I'd been hired by yet another paranoid Hollywood housewife with an overactive imagination. But now he was finally acting suspicious--he'd checked into Room 3A at two o'clock on a Thursday afternoon. The Beverlywood Motor Hotel calls itself, "Your Home Away from Home," but among PI's it's known as "Your Home Away from Your Wife."

I just needed one lousy photo of his lover to collect my fee. I waited two hours with no sign of her. My eyes began getting drowsy and I drifted off.