From what I could gather, Lori had been like a surrogate mom to the Ferris brothers. Mal’s mom had passed four days ago, losing her battle with cancer. The band and their entourage had been in Coeur d’Alene for just over a week and Jimmy’s mood had been black since our arrival. For a native of warmer climates, they didn’t make tights thick enough to combat this sort of weather. Only November in North Idaho could be butt-chapping cold. The last thing I wanted was to publicly embarrass Jimmy on a day like today. “Right.” I probably should have worn a dress too, gone traditional. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into an elegant chignon. “Hey.” Ev wandered toward me in a simple black dress, her fingers twining nervously. Every time I opened my mouth to tell him I quit, however, the words disappeared. The facts were, despite the great money, me and this job didn’t mesh. All of this was my own damn fault, I should have been dust weeks ago. Maybe I’d just hang out in the hallway for a while. Inside, voices were raised, but the words were indistinct.
The hotel room door shuddered, something smashing loud against the other side.
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