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Chapter 6: The Spa

The spa was at the back of the lodge, behind a frosted glass door with a brass handle.

Bea walked in beside me with a camera round her neck and said nothing at all.

The lounge smelled of eucalyptus.

Five women in white robes lay on long cushioned chairs with cucumber water and slices of lemon.

The woman with the braid had a clay mask on her face and one slipper on.

I held up my phone with the charge on the screen.

"Nine thousand, four hundred dollars," I said. "On my card."

She sat up so fast her mask cracked at the corner.

"That's a mistake. Brielle said the spa was handled."

"By who?"

"By the account." She looked round at the other four. "Heath said the account was covered for the whole weekend."

"My account," I said. "Which I have never authorized for you."

The girl at the spa desk had gone pale. "I only ran the card on file, ma'am. They said it was approved."

"Then show me who approved it."

She turned her screen toward me, and there was no signature.

Behind me the door opened, and Nolan's mother came in.

She had her gray hair pinned up and a name tag that said Owner, and she did not look surprised.

"I saw the charge go through," she said. "I wasn't asked, and I don't take a guest's card for another guest's party."

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