CHAPTER 9
THAT EVENING, I finally got around to visiting Kat’s home. She lived with Mo in a second-floor apartment two streets away from my hotel. We met at Coral Cove and walked there together.
“Mo’s making dinner,” she said. “He finished work earlier than me, and besides, he’s the better cook. I think we’re having pasta.”
Carb overload. My absolute favourite. Well, except for dessert. Dessert trumped carbs every time. It was in a class of its own.
“You had to work late again?” I asked.
Kat made a face. “Yeah. Irina, the other instructor? Well, there’s no sign of her. We went to her apartment, and one of the guys climbed in through an open window. There was nobody home, but it looked as if all of her belongings were still there.”
“What if she took a trip? Or went home for a while? I
