“That’s her,” Felice confirmed.
Livvy pored over Chelsea Shalanian’s Instagram feed. “Lot of pictures of her and Garrett for the last two months, but she hasn’t posted about anything for the last ten days.”
“Check her TikTok account. That girl Chelsea is not the type who goes away quietly.”
A few seconds later the two of them were staring in wide-eyed wonderment at an elaborately choreographed TikTok video starring Chelsea and three of her friends, prancing around in theirunderwear, jumping on beds and screaming, “Fuck you, Garrett!” to a rap beat.
“Day-yummm,” Felice murmured.
There were lyrics to the song, so obscene that they made both Livvy and Felice blush, but the repeating chorus was a toe-tapping “F-you, Garrett, you cheating piece of shit.”
“There’s dragging on the internet, and then there’s dragging,” Livvy observed. “I’d say the G-man has been well and truly dragged. I’ll slide into her DMs and see if she’ll talk to us.”
“Go ahead,” Felice said, yawning. “I’m going back to sleep.”
Livvy barged back into Felice’s room an hour later, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. She shook her friend’s shoulder, then pulled the covers from her head.
“Let’s go. Chelsea’s fired up and ready to spill her guts about Garrett, but she’s gotta get to work by eleven, so we need to hurry.”
Felice turned her back to Livvy. “I don’t need to talk to that girl.”
“I need backup on this,” Livvy insisted. “Are you my wingman or not?”
“All right,” Felice grumbled, crawling out from under the covers. “But why don’t you just admit it. You’re scared of the chick.”
“Damn straight. I saw that video.”
CHAPTER 55
Chelsea Shalanian was seated at a booth in the far back corner of the Koffee Kup in the village.
She scowled when she caught sight of Felice.
“What’s she doing here?”
Felice raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. “Whoa! What did I ever do to you?”
“You mean, like, get me fired?” Chelsea shot back.
“Can we please all sit down?” Livvy asked, noticing the stares of diners at nearby tables.
Felice slid into the booth first and Livvy joined her.
“Girl, I swear, I had nothing to do with what happened to you. Don’t try to put that on me,” Felice said.
Their server was hovering nearby with a coffeepot. Livvy turned to her. “Two more coffees, please, and I’ll have a maple bacon doughnut.”
“Same,” Felice said.
Chelsea sipped her coffee for a moment while she sized up the two women sitting across the table from her.
“Why do you care what happened between me and Garrett?”
“Confidentially? We’re, uh, looking into some sketchy stuff going on at the hotel. And kinda wondering if Garrett’s involved,” Livvy said.
Chelsea picked at the toasted bagel on her plate while she considered the question.
“You mean like switching well liquor for call brands and charging customers for the more expensive booze? And then selling cases of the Saint’s booze out the back door? And arranging for his buddies to get comped meals and rooms at the hotel? That kind of sketchy stuff?”
