A Fresh StartChapter 60 Starting Over
After our brief call, the phone was removed from my room. I guess Colonel Featherstone wasn’t a very trusting sort, or maybe he was just a careful sort. It wasn’t important to me. I had come to terms with what was happening. I wasn’t going to hide my money anymore, either. I asked him to arrange a nice suite at a nearby hotel, a good one, like a Hilton or a Ritz, not some damn Super-8. He suggested the Hilton in Silver Spring, which was only a few miles away, across the line in Maryland, and...