had told me it rained for most of the trip. He had complained about being trapped indoors between meetings.
His suitcase was still beside the bedroom door.
I quietly opened it.
There were no business documents, conference badges, or restaurant receipts from the city where he claimed to have stayed.
Instead, I found a beach wristband, sand inside one shoe, and a receipt for two lounge chairs at a seaside resort.
The receipt was dated two days earlier.
Grant had paid for two chairs, two cocktails, and a couples’ massage.
