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High Roads Are Full of Stones
When I walk into the front office, it’s clear by the small crowd gathered in the security anteroom that we’re not here to talk about cake flavors or floral centerpieces.
“Hey, Tanner,” I say, stepping in between him and Ryan as they peer at two of the six security monitors. Tabby in her white spa coat and strappy sandals that make her seem nineteen feet tall, her mermaid hair freshly blue, winks at me, though she looks uneasy.
“You saved a baby otter?” she whispers. “You’re the coolest person I know.”
Miss Betty has her fingertip on the rewind button on the playback machine; Thomas, our Rock-sized head security guy, stands with bulging arms crossed, watching. Cameras throughout the resort monitor the activity in common areas, the pool, the hallways, th
