Written By Brad Harness
His relationship with Roxanne had developed quickly. They both stayed at the Red Pheasant for another two weeks, and by then, they were only using one motel room most of the time. Jordan spent the daytime out looking - none too hard - for work. Roxanne kept herself busy with an old guitar she had brought along for her trip south.
She’s a good singer, thought Jordan. And she plays well, too.
One night she stayed out late, getting back to the motel after 11 o-clock. Jordan was left wondering what she was doing, since she hadn’t mentioned it in bed that morning waking up in his arms. She left before breakfast the next day, sleeping in her own room.
A bleary-eyed Jordan saw a car show up that afternoon, rolling slowly in front of each hotel room. Jordan noticed that the driver was a rough looking sort, definitely a blue collar worker. The man parked his car near the street so that he could keep an eye on Roxanne’s room.
Mary, the old lady who worked the front desk at The Pheasant, came by with a note for Jordan.
“Oh, thanks Mary” he replied as she handed it to him. Mary walked back to the office and Jordan opened the folded page. He then reread it.
“Dear Jordan, Thanks for the swell time this past two weeks. Something’s come up and I have to leave.”
Jordan frowned, shaking his head slowly from side to side. “Boy oh boy, can’t a fella get a bit o’ luck any more?” he said aloud.
In the back seat of that car parked out front, a woman now sat watching Jordan reading the note. She was dressed in a uniform and her hair was tied up in a bun. Jordan looked at her watching him as the car drove away. She blew him a kiss…and then she was gone. My God!, thought Jordan, that woman looks a lot like Roxanne…and yet different. Hair colour’s not the same, he told himself.
Mary appeared again and said, “Aren’t you important?” handing him a letter with a return address that looked a lot like his ex-wife’s handwriting. He went inside his room for the next hour and returned, dressed in new clothes and bags in hand…sporting a new blonde look, complete with a moustache. He soon departed The Red Pheasant, wheeling out onto the road out of town. In his rear-view mirror, in his new identity as Kyle Matheson, he could see the police pounding on his motel room door. “That was close!”
~ THE END ~
