“Latchkey kid,” I said.
Gilly put a finger down.
“Nuclear hot metal slides that burned the skin off your thighs.”
She put another finger down.
“Trash eighties.”
Gilly laughed again and put her next finger down.
Pippa’s brow dipped.“What’s a trash eighties?”
“I’m glad you asked,” Ezra muttered.
“It was the TRS-80 computers we had in school.This was before the internet.We had DOS-based computers that you could program.I made a program that would find the sine, cosine, or tangent of an equation as long as you knew two of the numbers.I used it to cheat in math.”
Gilly snickered.“I programmed Pixel Dog to walk across the bottom of the screen.”
Scott chuckled.“That’s my girl.”
“I’m sorry I asked,” Pippa said with a sigh.“To stop you from going on and on, I’ll concede that I’m not Gen X.”
“Awww.”I stuck my lower lip out in a pout.“We’ll let you have Xennial if it will make you feel better.”Even if she was a few years away from her forties.
“It will make me feel better,” she said brightly.
Our conversation going to the dining room was easy and breezy.Literally.The wind was crazy on the open part of the deck you had to pass to get to the restaurants.
When we got to the main dining area, Gilly whistled.“This place is huge.”
It wasn’t decorated as fancy as it had been for dinner, but the sea maiden was still dumping water over her head.
“Stay away from open flames and the fountain,” Scott warned, and we all laughed again.On their first date, Gilly tripped into a flambé, her dress caught on fire, and Scott tackled her into a koi fountain to put her out.Her dress, unfortunately, became see-through when wet, and everyone got a good look at her fancy red underwear and bra.The thought of that night, even with the dead body, made me smile.
“I won’t order any flaming desserts,” she promised.
The hostess told us it was open seating, so we picked a table near the fountain.That’s when I saw the security chief, Rebecca Hansen, just outside the entrance.I tapped Ezra’s leg and used my chin to gesture in her direction.
“Come on,” he said, getting up.
“Where are you going?”Gilly asked.
“We’ll be right back,” I told her.“If the server comes around before we do, order me a coffee and some orange juice.”
“Gotcha covered.”She gave me a thumbs-up.“What about you, Easy?”
“I’m coffeed out,” he said.“I’ll take some ice water, though.”
We made a quick beeline to the entrance, worried Hansen would leave before we could catch her.When she saw us coming, I could tell she was debating whether or not to make a run for it.Lucky for us, she stayed put.
“Good morning, Mr.Holden and Ms.Black.Can I help you with something?”she asked.
I came right out with my first question.“Did you look at the video footage from the spa area?”
“I can’t comment on an open investigation.With what you told me about your experience with police work, you should know that.”
I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice.My mother always said you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.“So, you did see the second person on the video,” I said.“I don’t understand why you can’t just say it.It only confirms what we told you.”
