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out meeting with Brett Cooper. Let’s go, Tracy, and see what our security expert has to add.”
     

     
    I glanced over the paperwork that I had picked up at the police station. Being back there reminded me of the old days that I thought I had left behind. The job at the resort was a fresh start that was supposed to be free of murder and mayhem. The pay was good and it was a cushy role. Nothing really big happened here, or that was what I thought until this morning. It didn't look like Ryan had anything to do with this; twenty years in crime fighting gave a person an instinct for that sort of thing.
    Millie wanted me to meet with Tracy to talk about the case and I smiled at the thought of the redheaded busy body. I had only seen her around the resort, but nobody had made me feel this way in quite a while. Tracy, Ryan, and Millie seemed tight, and there was the other girl from the salon, but with me she was always aloof and unapproachable. Generally, though, she smiled a lot and I liked that.
    According to her file she was twenty-six, so there was a gap of twelve years between us. Maybe she wouldn't be interested in dating someone as old as me. The premature grays ran on my father’s side of the family and it didn't do me any favors.
    I spied Millie and Tracy coming toward me from the foyer and heading to the poolside where we had agreed to meet. Millie stopped and had a word with one of the waiters. As always, Tracy carried a brown bag that looked like a satchel across her shoulder. An iPad in a shocking pink case stuck out of it.
    She was in uniform: a light blue cotton shirt and a dark blue skirt. Her form-fitting shirt highlighted her slim but curvaceous figure. Her brownish red hair was tied up into a pony tail that swished along behind her. Her naturally tanned legs seemed long for someone so tiny, and her high heels accentuated the rippling curves of her calves.
    Millie leaned over to her and whispered something in Tracy’s ear. She pointed at me and Tracy looked in my direction, frowned, and nodded. Millie patted her arm, turned around, and limped away.
    Tracy approached and I averted my eyes away from her body and focused on her face. I wondered why Millie left. Was it so that I could spend time alone with Tracy? I should not over analyze it. Working out motives was what I did every day and it had become a habit that had crept into my personal life. Jenny tolerated it, but the women I dated since her passing didn’t like it.
    “I’m Brett.” I stood up and extended my hand toward her. She hesitated and took it; her hand felt tiny in mine.
    “Tracy Turner… PR and…” She gulped her words back, laughed, and said, “of course you already know that.”
    “Knowing what goes on around here’s my business.” I chuckled.
    “I don’t think we've met before.”
    Sitting down, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Can’t say we have. Millie told me that you were at the police station earlier today?”
    “Yes, I was.”
    “Any leads on the Frank Walters’ case?” She leaned forward, her green eyes trained on me.
    I made myself comfortable, the tips of our shoes touching. “You know that they arrested Ryan from the spa. I believe you know Ryan.”
    “Yes, he and I are good friends.”
    “Friends?”
    “Yes, friends, and I don’t believe that he is capable of doing such an awful thing. It’s not right that he’s been arrested.” Her words flowed in a fiery tirade.
    “The point is, Tracy, that the police believe otherwise. It seems they consider this an open and shut case.” My voice was firm.
    “Do you really believe that?” Her eyes sparkled with indignation.
    I maintained an even tone. “So far, I only know what the cops have told me. Millie has asked me to run an independent investigation. She said that I should work with you in Amanda’s absence, because this could have an impact on the resort’s image.”
    “Is that what she said?”
    “Isn't it? Is there something else that I