“She texted you?”
“She anticipated resistance.”
“What exactly did she say?”
“That you would attempt to work immediately and I should interfere.”
“Everyone has become very comfortable coordinating my life.”
“It saves time.”
He carried my suitcase into the office.
On the desk, beneath a stack of waivers, was a glossy magazine with Annie’s face on the cover.
I stopped.
Hank followed my gaze.
“I didn’t buy it.”
“Then why is it here?”
“A tourist left it.”
“Faceup?”
“I was reading the equipment review.”
“The equipment review is on page ninety.”
“It was thorough.”
I picked up the magazine.
The cover photograph had been taken during the tour. Savannah wore a silver jacket, dark eyeliner, and the expression she used when someone had asked a question she planned to answer with another question.
Across her chest:
SAVANNAH’S SECRET ESCAPE
Underneath:
THE WOMAN, THE BRACELET, AND WHAT REALLY HAPPENED IN FLORIDA
I opened it.
The article contained no information about what had really happened in Florida.
It did contain photographs of the market, the road near the cottage, Reef Rascal, and Rosa carrying a tray outside the café.
Someone had circled Rosa’s photograph in blue pen and written:
REFUSED COMMENT. SERVED PIE.
“That was me,” Hank said.
I looked at him.
