Lucky girl

"For the past four months, I'd been working mostly in the tea room at the Grey Goose. This weekend, though, Mr. Mancini was short-handed because of a flu bug going around and asked me to help out upstairs,"

Taking a seat at a table, I forced myself to focus on my meal instead of scoping out the place for another local contact. Four months was a long time, and Hailey, the waitress who brought my food, might have come across the elusive photographer I was here to find.

"This seems like a lovely place," I said, striking up a conversation. "Do you get a lot of business?"

"It's steady," she replied with a smile. "Lots of locals come downstairs for lunch, and some rent rooms upstairs for weekend getaways or for guests. We also get a few travelers like yourself. Where are you headed?"

"Actually, I'm a freelance journalist researching local artists for an article," I lied, using the cover story Mr. Aldrich, the lawyer, had given me. Mr. Greyson, the real reason I was here, preferred to keep h