C57 Spiked

There was silence. I didn't know what to say anymore. He slipped a card in front of me and mumbled, "Come find me at this place tomorrow, I'm opening a new hotel and I'm sending an invitation."

I took the card and looked into it, "I'll come if I'm able to. I'm not promising that."

I knew if Mr. Covillie aka my busy mafia husband makes it back tomorrow, there won't be any room for visitation