Tramps.

Chapter Four.

This chapter is pretty gruesome. Not EXTREME, but still. Be cautious.

         Marjorie Tate thanked the stewardess who had handed her a flute of champagne and leaned back into her seat aboard the plane. The stewardess sat back down in the front while Marjorie read a magazine article about different styles of stockings. She was beginning to think she didn’t care for them at all. The plane was about to land so Marjorie put down her magazine and prepared for landing.

            Getting off, a man stood waiting for her in the Philadelphia airport with a paper that had the name ‘Estelle’ printed on the front. So they had followed my orders, Marjorie thought.

            “Hello, I am Ms. Estelle.” She said to the man.

            “Hello, Ms. Estelle. May I take your bags?” He asked. She had only one small suitcase with her. She planned for this to be a short trip.

            “Yes, thank you.” Marjorie handed the bag to the man and he escorted her outside of the building. A little black car waited for them there. The man opened the car door for her and she climbed inside while he went around to the front to the driver’s side.

            He drove Marjorie only a short distance to a run down Inn down the road. She didn’t need any of her prestigious friends recognizing her at big hotels.

            Once they reached the Inn, she got out and walked to the front desk.

            “May Estelle.” She said. The man at the front desk checked the lists of check ins.

            “Hello, Ms. Estelle!” The man was very pudgy and cheerful. “Glad to have you today. We don’t get a lot of people calling in and requesting rooms, you know. You seem to be one of a kind! Anyway, lovely weather we’re having.” He went on like that for some time before handing Marjorie her key. “Anyway, how are you doing today,  Ms. Estelle?” Marjorie stared back at the man for some time before swiping the key out of his hands.

            “Lovely.” Marjorie said before walking towards the stairs. She plopped down her bag next to a man stationed near her. “Follow me, will you?”

            He picked up her bags quickly before following her up the stairs. Unlike the other man, he was very quiet. Once they reached the room, Marjorie reached into her purse.

            “A penny for your troubles.” She said, before handing the man a fifty dollar bill. The man smiled brightly.

            “Miss, this is such a great tip! You must be such a wonderful-“ Marjorie shut the door on his face before he could continue. She couldn’t wait for him to finish the sentence. She had bigger and better things to take care of.

            She took a paper out of her purse and folded it neatly in front of her. The list. The name Walter Brown stood out in bright red ink. She didn’t hesitate to dial the number below right away. Marjorie never wasted time, especially in a crisis.

            “Who this?” A mans voice said on the line. Marjorie smiled. He sounded slightly drunk.

            “Hello, my name is May. I’ve been informed I can talk to you about one of your woman?” The line went silent for some time before the drunk man piped up again, this time seeming a lot less intoxicated.

            “I’m sorry Miss, but I happen to have no idea what you are talking about.” He finally said. “Maybe you are looking for-“