“A warning? I want an arrest!”
“I need probable cause.”
Richard frowned.
Julie said, “Just please ask whoever is responsible to stop.”
“I will investigate and report back.”
Neither seemed satisfied.
JD and I left, walked back to the van, and set out to find Zoe.
16
The sound of the espresso machine whirred as we stepped into Key Bean. Isabella had tracked Zoe’s phone to the location. I spotted her at a small table by the window in the back.
Key Bean was an eclectic coffee shop full of pretentious art snobs, aspiring writers tapping on keyboards, and corporate types holding small team meetings. Chill music pumped through speakers, and the delightful aroma of fresh coffee and pastries swirled.
We walked across the joint, and Jack took a detour to the counter to order coffee.
“Is this seat taken?” I asked when I reached her table.
Zoe’s intense eyes focused on her laptop screen as she tapped away on the keys. “Yes. My invisible friend is sitting there. Would you like me to ask him to move?”
“A smart ass. I like that,” I said as I took a seat across from her.
“Whoops. You crushed him.”
“Sorry about that.”
“It happens,” she said, still focused on the screen.
“Working hard, or hardly working?”
“Just catching up on some emails. I had 300 spam messages in my inbox this morning. 300!”
“Same.”
She kept typing.
“Were you in Stingray Bay earlier?”
“I was taking images for a listing.”
“Sounds like business is booming.”
She made a so-so expression. “It’s okay.”
“You know it’s illegal to fly a drone onto someone’s property and look into their house.”
“I’m well aware of the laws regarding drone use.”
“So you decided to violate the law anyway,” I said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I just talked to the Pearsons. They’re rather upset that a drone was spying on them.”
