“May I get you another?”
I picked up my glass, shook the melting ice. “No, I’ll wait. She’ll be here any minute.”
“Very good, sir.” He strode back across the patio, watching his tables. The place was filling up.
I glanced at my watch. She was taking forever. I watched the moon for a while, that familiar vertigo making it seem to be moving sideways through the clouds.
“Excuse me, sir,” said a man who had appeared next to my table. He took out a badge. “I am Mr. Norris, the hotel detective. I need you to come with me.”