“If Douglas Kingsley asks again, refer him to the standard public inquiry line,” I said.

“Understood.

Should I expect any further disruptions from the bride’s family?”

I thought about the eighteen-thousand-dollar invoice sitting in my coat pocket.

“Just keep me informed of any unusual requests,” I said.

Mr.

Vance turned his attention to a group of guests arriving through the revolving glass doors.

I walked toward the parking garage alone.