“Ten of them were at the front desk at ten past three.

That part I got from Douglas shouting in the background, not from the concierge.”

“And?”

“And the desk quoted them four hundred and ten dollars a night for one room.”

I chewed a green bean and swallowed it.

“Douglas called my cell after that,” Helen said.

“He wanted to know whether you had said anything to me.”

“What did you tell him?”