“Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s go back to the hotel and get some sleep.” Jake concentrated on his driving.
“May I ask you something, Sir?”
“I won’t guarantee an answer, but you can always ask.” Jake turned the car onto Route 29
“When I was with Mr. Danvers, he often arranged for suites at various Marriotts. They run about five hundred to six hundred dollars a night depending on the season. If you stay, let’s say two nights a weekend, fifty-two weeks a year then that’s over fifty-two thousand dollars.”
“Your point?” Jake asked half amused, half annoyed.