Chapter 96

The door chime jingled. It was late, they were technically open for about five more minutes, but business had been slow all night, and the stove had already been shut down. The grill would be stone cold by now, so there wasn’t much chance Scooter would turn it back on for a late-comer.

“Hey, Goldilocks,” said the person who came in, a voice that Scooter recognized immediately even though he couldn’t see yet, “somebody’s been sleeping in my bed.”

Andy rather pointedly kept sweeping. “Sorry, we’re closed for the night.”

“Closed? How are you closed to me, slick? I know the owner!” That was a very good snotty tourist accent, someone for whom knowing the owner was supposed to encourage obsequious behavior. Not generally Scooter’s style. He couldn’t get out of his desk chair; he was trying too hard not to laugh.

“If you’re looking for late dinner,” Andy said, “there’s Neptune’s Cove up the street a bit; theyseat until midnight.”