I slept like a rock for ten hours. Sunday morning, after setting up breakfast as usual, I headed to the beach. As it had been a week since I’d done any kind of exercise apart from running after the guests, I took it slow as I jogged in the early dawn along the shore.
It felt good to get back to my routine, though my legs and back didn’t thank me for the absence of said routine. When I finished my three miles, I showered and returned to the front desk. Maury was updating me on the night’s activities when Wheeler Ridley entered the room with his shoulder bag. Oh right, he was leaving today.
I was sure my facial expression was as embarrassed as his. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Maury glancing back-and-forth between the two of us, and then his eyes widened slightly.
Before he could sa
