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    “We’ll let the ‘mamils’ have the table,” Celia said. She ran her fingers down her thighs to straighten her skirt. Stone looked puzzled.
    Celia smiled. “ Mamils,” she said again, repeating the strange pronunciation and nodding to the approaching bike riders. “Middle. Aged. Men. In. Lycra.”

Eight.

    The Harborside Hotel was a well maintained collection of brick buildings, set back from the main road and surrounded by palm trees. The office and reception building was at the end of a winding paved path surrounded by manicured lawn, and behind it was a two-story building with units on the top floor, and room for vehicle parking underneath. Stone noticed a sleek silver Lexus parked beneath Celia’s room as he followed her up steps and then along a narrow landing until they were standing outside their rooms.
    “I’ll give you fifteen minutes to get settled,” Celia said.
    The hotel room’s door was a plain hollow slab with a couple of rectangles of rounded beading for decoration. Stone jiggled the key into the lock and stepped inside.
    Room seventeen was standard in every way. Stone dropped his haversack on the floor , pushed the door closed behind him, and glanced around. He could smell carpet deodorizer and the faint lingering scent of antiseptic.
    It was a single room, with a door off to the left containing a glassed-in shower cubicle, toilet and sink.
    The main room had a queen-size bed, with a clock radio built into the headboard. Beside the bed were small tables with covered lamps, and along the opposite wall of the room ran a waist-high bench. On top of the bench was a television and an electric kettle. Below the bench was a small refrigerator.
    Across the room was a large window with a view of the harbor that was curtained in the same faded floral material that covered the bed. There were cheap prints of beach scenes on the walls. Set below the window was a small square table with two chairs.
    Stone went into the bathroom and washed his face. Ran his fingers through his hair. Came back out into the main room and found a can of Coke in the refrigerator. Sat on the bed and fought the urge to lie down and sleep.
    After a few minutes Stone heard a discreet tap at his door and Celia walked in carrying her purse. She sat at the table and crossed her legs. They were nice legs – long and shapely. Stone stayed sitting on the bed. He noticed she had brushed her hair and added a touch of pink lipstick to her lips.
    Celia glanced around the room without really paying attention and then turned her gaze onto Stone.
    “I wasn’t sure you would come,” she said.
    Stone shrugged. “I said I would.”
    She nodded. “But you said no initially. I didn’t think you were going to help me find Katrina.”
    Stone shrugged again. “I’m also helping myself,” he said simply. “There is a chance that when we find Katrina, I might also find a clue to who has my sister.”
    Celia nodded. “Peter Boltz told me the story.”
    “The whole story?”
    She nodded. “He told me you were a member of his hostage rescue team and that you thought your kid-sister was dead. He told me when you found out she was alive and was some kind of a BDSM sex slave, you quit your work and started looking for her.”
    “That was eighteen months ago,” Stone nodded. “I’m still looking.”
    There was a long pause before Celia finally spoke again.
    “So you came from Phoenix to find your sister, not mine.”
    Stone shook his head. “No. I came from Phoenix to help you find Katrina and to save her from whatever she is involved in. I came here because of my sister. I know what you’re going through. I want to help you. I’m just saying that I’m no saint. I have my own reasons, Celia, and they’ve got nothing to do with being noble,” he said honestly. “They’re personal.”
    They stared at each other in silence. Stone held her gaze. Didn’t blink. Celia’s eyelids fluttered like beating butterfly wings, and