“I won’t take too much of your time, Ms. Estrada,” Cindy said.
“Please, call me Luna. And sit down. I’ll make you some tea. It’s no trouble. The men won’t come in for another hour.”
“Thanks. I hoped I would find someone who remembered Shane Dougherty, but I’m still surprised. You can confirm this is when he stayed here?” She read off the date from her notes.
“That was the only time he was a resident,” Ms. Estrada said. “But he came back.”
“To visit you?”
“It was against the rules, but I don’t regret it. He was sweet and such a pretty boy. I wasn’t young. At that age, you want to believe it when someone says you’re beautiful. I didn’t, but I wanted to. At least I had a figure. Now, forget it. Here’s your tea. Have some of our rooftop honey, it’s from Brooklyn bees.”
“When did you last
