"Cozbi, is this your real name?   It means little liar.   Are you a good liar?  I guess we will find out soon enough."
                          
William went to the room phone and dialed the hotel operator. 
                          
"Front desk.  How may I help you?"
                          
"Yes, do you have a maid staff by the name of Cozbi?" 
                          
There was a pause as he heard papers shuffle around.  "Yes sir, she is a cleaning maid.  Do you need her to service your room?"
                          
"No, I am good.  Thank you for your time.  Wait, there is something I need.  Can you contact the agents I have watching to lobby and have them come to my room?"
                          
William hung up the phone and gave a disappointed look her way.  Something was still off about this girl.  
                          
"Who else do you work for?"
                          
"I have no idea what you are talking about, but if you don't want me to clean your room, just say so.  I am out of here."
                          
She made for the door, but William stepped in her way.  Given her five foot two height against his six plus, it was a case of David and Goliath.   She backed up again. 
                          
"I don't have to put up with this.  Let me out now."  It was more of a cry that a demand.  
                          
"Not until I know what you were looking for and who sent you."
                          
"No one sent me.  I told you it was an accident."   The girl's face was red and she was yelling loud enough for someone to hear.
                          
William was tired of this banter that seemed to be getting them nowhere, so he slapped her so hard she passed out on the bed.  
                          
"Great, now I'll have to find another place to sleep."  Noise from the hall told him that his men were approaching.  A loud knock and then they were all crowding his room gapping at the girl on the bed. 
                          
"Put away your guns.  I need this girl tied up and put in the tub.  I will question her more when she wakes up.  Find out everything you can on her. Check with the front desk and run her through our system.  I need to know why she was going through my stuff." 
                          
He wrote an address on a piece of paper and handed it over to the closest agent who looked at it confused. 
                          
"I want you to check out this location.  According to my very unhappy sister-in-law, Edward wants to meet me there tonight at mid-night.  Make sure it's not a setup and put people at the perimeters."
                          
"Why don't we just have the local authority pick him up?"
                          
"I want to talk to him.  I hope to get them to come in peacefully and willingly."  
                          
The agents went into action like bees in a hive.  "Oh, make sure no one enters my room again."
                          
Once everyone had cleared out of his room, William pondered what to do for the next couple hours before his meeting with his nephew.  
                          
"I think I'll do a little fact hunting."  William departed his room but not as himself but as a dark haired maid. 
                          
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Twenty minutes into being a female and William wanted to eradicate the male population.  He had been solicited for sex at least twice, slapped on the ass too many times to count, and those condescending tones made him want to hit something.   Funny how he never noticed what assholes men could be before.  He only had about fifteen minutes left as this girl, and other than a case of sexual harassment, he still didn't have the information he was looking for. 
                          
The smell of bleach and detergent permeated the air as he push the maid cart into the laundry room.  Several maids were operating wash machines or folding sheets.  A few others were in the corner in their gossip stance.  Bingo.  He made his way over to a pile of towels and pretended to fold them.    
                          
While distracted by the ladies, whom were apparently discussing one of the maids that had fucked the night manager and was pregnant, William didn't notice the tall red head that eased over next to him.  
                          
"Coz hon? Did you find anything in the old man's room?"  She whispered as she picked up a towel he had just folded and refold it. 
                          
Old man! Was she talking about him?  He was a young fifty-five.  William's temper flared and for a second he forgot that he was supposed to be someone else.  What question had she asked? Oh, Yeah.  
                          
"I didn't get a chance to find anything because he was in his room."  William prompted, "Do you think he knows something is up?" 
                          
"I hope not.  Big Ben owes us for the gamble we are taking with this.   Although, I might spend a few hours with one of those sexy agents downstairs.  Wonder how much he would talk after sex."
                          
Big Ben?  Noted.  William planned to encourage his agents to spend some time with her and while they are getting off, they could put a few bad bugs in her ears.  Yes, that could work to his favor.  
                          
"Did Big Ben tell you where the girls were hiding out?"  William held his breath because that question could back fire. 
                          
"Girl, you know he doesn't say much, but I was partying with one of his guys last night and he said they were doing guard duty down by the lake."  
                          
Will that narrows it down to over six hundred miles.  William absorbed the information.  Realizing his meeting with Edward was close, he grabbed his maid's cart and made his way to the door. 
                          
"Coz? You may want to look for your name tag.  You know how Freddy doesn't like us out of uniform."  
                          
William smiled and nodded, but he was thinking that a name tag was the least of "Coz's" problems.
                          

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