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should know?”
    She shrugged. “No, she’s right, I suppose.” Pouting, she leaned back in her chair.
    I nodded. The conversation was not going as I had hoped, and I seemed to be irritating her.
    “Can I get you a drink?”
    She pursed her lips. “No, thank you. I’m fine. I just want for us to focus on taking care of this mess.”
    “Have something. They make fantastic OJ here.”
    “If you insist. Water, then.” She looked away and bit on a fingernail.
    “Just water?”
    “Yes?” Her brows knitted together in confusion.
    I shrugged with a smirk.
    Her tone softened. “Just water, with a slice of lemon please.”
    “Water it is.”
    A tiny smile crossed her lips. She clapped her hand in front of her face and began, “I have already to spoken to Catalina, Earl, and Joseph Pale from the casino.” She gushed on relating the details and told me about what she had discovered through the conversations and media casts. “I can tell you that Frank Walters was not popular. Such a lothario it’s disgusting. That’s men for you. ” She rolled her eyes and sighed.
    “A man.”
    “What?” her eyes narrowed.
    “A man, not all men are the same.” She was far away. “So you've been burned.” I shrugged, “it happens.”
    Her eyes grew large and sparks flew, “Look we've just met, don’t pretend to know me.”
    “I know a lot more than you think.”
    She gulped and spoke slowly, “I did not come here to be lectured by you.”
    I leaned in toward her and spoke in a quiet voice. “I was just saying that you should not paint all men with the same brush. A good investigator must keep an open mind.”
    She rolled her eyes into her head and considered my words; she nodded to herself and shrugged.
    I cleared my throat. “Millie tells me that she has arranged a lawyer for Ryan. I’m sure they will find a way to clear his name if he was not the perpetrator.”
    “If he isn’t? I know he isn't.” Her voice was shrill.
    “The evidence shows otherwise.”
    She threw her arms in the air and puffed out her cheeks. “You are absolutely maddening. It’s been almost three hours since Ryan’s arrest and you don’t seem to have anything more to offer than accuse him of being guilty.”
    “I didn’t say that. Besides, these things can’t be rushed. We must be mindful of resort policy. We can’t get our guests’ backs up.”
    She stuck out her lip.
    “I do have copies of the photos taken at the scene.” I tapped on a manila envelope that was in front of me. “You do?” she asked and her face softened.
    She dragged her chair next to mine and we poured over the photos together. She smelled like she had just stepped out of the shower—strawberries and cream. She flipped the photographs, unaware of what was going on in my mind.
    I moved my hand toward hers, but I didn't dare get too close in case I roused that foul temper. Her face was peaceful but as she focused on the photographs, her eyes moved quickly, questioning and searching for answers.
    Perhaps I could ask her out to coffee, some place where it would be more relaxed and away from work, but that would mean that I would have to wait. There was always this evening’s event. It would be a great opportunity to get to know her a bit better.
    “So will you be at this evening’s golfing event?”
    “What? You mean the launch party? I was just getting the menus sorted, and I’m meant to be there.”
    “I’ll be going tonight and will be out of place without a date. Would you like to go with me?”
    “Are you kidding?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
    “No, I’m absolutely serious.” I tried to keep a straight face.
    “Go with you? Why?” A deep frown marred her smooth forehead.
    “As a part of the investigation.” I lowered my voice and moved toward her. “We’d be undercover and can see how the guests react to Frank’s death. Who knows, the killer may be among them.”
    She uncrossed her arms and considered what I said. “Yes, well that