She typed a new note into her phone and shoved it back into her pocket.

“Where do we start?” I asked.

“We fix the hotel rooms first,” Chloe said.

“Pick me up at nine tomorrow morning.”

On Thursday morning the Lakeview Hotel lobby smelled strongly of ocean salt and expensive perfume.

Sunlight poured through the huge front windows, lighting up the dust hanging over the vintage velvet chairs and the marble floors.

Heavy brass room keys hung in neat numbered rows on the back wall behind the reception area.

The dark mahogany desk gleamed under small glass lamps.