DAY 3

        Mr. Joyce sat in his hotel room, turned headquarters, checking and rechecking the files he had spent all night putting together. The pile of hotel keys that sat on his desk had all been marked to correspond  to a file folder, a name on his list, and a page in his binder. Joyce was not sure why he had been selected for this job but the money he had been promised was… well more than he could have hoped for. Not only would his debtors and the loan sharks finally forget the name ‘Franklin Joyce’, but he himself could forget the name and make a new start somewhere else. Sure, there must be more to things then what met the eye but that was nothing new to Franklin.
      Everything appeared to be in order and all that was left was to put the files in the appropriate rooms. Frank Joyce looked up at the clock; the “guests” were not due for another three hours so there was still time for a shower, a shave and he would still have time to get into the rooms before even the earliest ones arrived.