It had been a tiring overnight flight from Antigua to San Diego with one stop in Miami to change planes.
Julia, Iris, and Peter checked into a hotel where Julia requested an executive suite for herself and Iris, and a separate room for Peter and Dolph.
“Can I get you something, Mrs. Windom?” Iris asked.
“No. I just want to get a good night’s rest. That will be all for now.” She dismissed Iris with a flippant wave of her hand, then pulled her cell phone from her purse and called Dolph.
“We are in San Diego,” Julia said to Dolph, “and we will be in Los Angeles early tomorrow morning, around eight or nine. First thing, I am going to call the owner of the house where you have been staying and give notice that you will not be there after tomorrow. Therefore, payment of rent is no longer a concern. I will say your reason for leaving is due to family business that you need to take care of because of the earthquake. From now on, you will be sharing a room with Peter at a hotel on a temporary basis. In the meantime, get your things together. We will be moving to a new place soon.”