Carl knocked on the motel room door. A moment later Cathy Harris opened the door.
"Can we come in?" Lindsay asked, almost apologetically.
Cathy walked away from the door, without saying a word.
Carl and Lindsay walked into the room, as Perry got up from the bed.
Lindsay took two cellphones from her pocket.
"Here, these belongs to youse."
She passed the cellphones to Perry.
Perry put the cellphones on the desk in the room.
"So, is everything sorted out?"
Lindsay nodded.
"As far as we can determine, it is, but we have some bad news for you."
"What now?" Perry moaned.
"It seems that your sister, Angie, is involved in this."
A shocked look came to Perry's face.
"Angie? I find that very hard to believe."
"Sorry, man," Carl joined.
"It seems that Angie was the one who set up this kid Noel. That is why she talked to you about getting him on the crew. She offered him ten grand to burn down the motel."
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...