“Any news?” Pete asked Chanti nearly every day. A week had passed since they arrived on the island and started their work in the hotel. Chanti had relaxed since their arrival. Vee and Pete were a huge help with her daily load of work. They both felt excited about the work as well. They still had free time to enjoy the stay, although Pete usually spent his evenings beside the sea, watching the waves and thinking about Mork.
“Not at all. I am really wondering where the hell he went,” Chanti said. Mork left literally the day after the funeral without a word. He dropped the entire hotel on Chanti’s shoulders, giving her keys from his office and from the safe so she had access to the hotel funds if needed. Then he left with a small bag on his shoulder. Chanti thought he would be gone in just a
