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middle, nothing that tied the two together. |
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Beyond that, Caleb was reticent. I had to remind myself that even though B.C. and I had been a part of probably the biggest story to ever unfold in Chambers Bay, we were still outsiders and newcomers. |
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We thanked Caleb, crawled back in the car and, with the fog intensifying again, crawled back to the motel. B.C. got out again at the diner to get us sandwiches, and I drove on, hoping to catch Kelto in his room. Once again it proved fruitlessno Kelto. A check with the Johnsons confirmed that they still hadn't seen him since he got off work. I declined Polly's offer of a cup of coffee and decided to take a gamble. Since the motel was deserted and there were no other guests, since Bert was preoccupied with adjusting his television and Kelto hadn't responded to my first knock, I figured the risk was small. |
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I used the old ice ploy again. While Bert went to get me a bucket, disappearing behind the curtain and down the dingy hallway, I slipped around behind the desk and rifled through the drawers until I found the master passkey. With that little gem securely tucked in my jacket pocket, I slipped back around to the front of the desk and waited. When Bert returned, he handed me the ice bucket and went back to his chore. I tried to exchange one or two more pleasantries, but he was too engrossed to |
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