My last project before I hung up my PC and retired, enabling me to spend more time looking after June, helping her battle against the brain damage and... disability sliced into her by the car crash over ten years ago. Financially I’d done the arithmetic and we would live comfortably. This last project was exceedingly well paid and had put the icing on the cake.What I hadn’t worked out was how I was going to continue seeing Almira. Working on projects had generally provided the opportunity for me. Had I fallen so far that I no longer even had this much control? I stuffed my hands under my arms, hugging myself against the cold and walked on.Suddenly the wind was gone, and I was surrounded by mirrors, and in each was a person. Each person represented something different. My father, a source of strength. My mother, compassion. Mr. Shelby was wisdom, Rebecca my sense of justice. Allison, my first love. I was surprised to see Phoebe kneeling in the glass of one pane, but then I realized she. Jennings.” Inside, the place was packed with swarming bodies. The heat from so many people instantly made Marcus comfortable enough and glad he didn’t wear a jacket. Casually he glanced around until he heard a loud booming laugh cast from the side of the bar. Several tables had been pulled together and was over crowded with his teammates and a lot of women that either were or weren’t girlfriends or new people they’d all met that night. Used to the typical night out with the guys, Marcus walked. Parked the truck and trailer and headed in to see if there was a room available. Standing at the front desk I registered and picked up my key card. I walked out to the truck and grabbed my bags. After heading back in I found room 120, swiped the card, and pushed open the door.After a brief inspection of the room, I dropped my bags and decided to go out for a cigarette before taking a shower and getting comfortable for the night.I went to the smoking area to the left of the main entrance, sat.