“Fair enough, so how do we play this?” I asked as we resumed our walk back downtown. “Do we act like we believe or act skeptical?”
A twinkle came into Beattie’s eye, and she said, “How about both?”
I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. “Only if I get to be the true believer.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said.
A few hours later, after we’d both had lunch from a local takeaway place and had succumbed to a nap on the very soft beds in our room, Beattie and I made our way down to the hotel lobby and waited for Inspector Scott. As I watched the people come in and out of the hotel, I thought of how “on the nose” the inspector’s name was, a Scott from Scotland, but then I remembered that the renovation celebrities Drew and Jonathan were also named Scott and wondered if it w
