Sixty-six“Misty! What are you doing here?”
Lani’s aunt stood in her hotel room doorway, her cheekbones highlighted a hectic rose-pink. Misty never got excited, so what was up?
“It’s Cyrus. I need your help, dear child. Please. Come with me now. We’ve got to find him.”
She wore a silvery-olive day gown trimmed with a subtly contrasting braid border and tiny mother-of-pearl buttons down the front. She twirled her matching foiled parasol on the hallway carpet, to emphasize urgency. Odd that she’d bothered with a parasol too, Lani thought. The afternoon was nearly over, so she could hardly expect hot sun.
“What do you mean, find Cyrus? Has he gone missing?”
Misty struck a languorous pose against the doorjamb, contradicting her anxiety of a few seconds ago.
“He’s not at home. I don’t know
