"I know it's here somewhere…" Mr. Willard muttered as he ruffled through drawers in the messy hotel room. He brushed aside a collection of mostly empty travel-sized bottles of shampoo to look under a stack of newspapers and folders beside the television. He groaned and opened another drawer, sliding his hand inside to grope about in the deepest corners.
"Shit!" he retracted his hand with a shout. sticking out of a pool of blood on his middle finger was a long, slender pin. He removed the shard of metal and inspected it as he slid his finger absently into his mouth.
A moment later, he placed the pin on the dresser and opened the drawer further, his uninjured fingers creeping back to the scene of the injury-Then wrapped around a coarse yet squishy item, which he brought to eye level.
A voodoo doll made of burlap with bits of straw sticking out of its head appeared to have appeared in his room while he was at dinner. with a client. upon closer inspection, he noticed that the doll was wearing the same black suit as him, down to the designer burgundy-on- wine geometric tie. A red circle was growing at the tip of its stubby hand.
He looked up to see an housekeeper standing just inside the door, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. She tossed her hair, ''Maybe you'll remember to tip next time, you lousy fuck."
His eyes rolled back as the bed rose up to catch him, but missed.
