Puller flitted in after her.

 

She must have called someone from her car, because Puller watched as she walked

straight through the elegant lobby and out through a set of French doors on the

other side that emptied into the rear grounds of the inn. There was wrought iron

furniture set up there with aged brick underneath forming the patio.

 

A man rose from one of the chairs. He was tall and thin, with longish graying

hair, and dressed elegantly in a dark suit and red tie with a matching pocket

handkerchief.

 

Myers immediately started talking but the man held up his hand, apparently to

calm her. He took her by the arm and they walked off together down a brick path.

Before they were out of sight Puller followed.

 

He saw a sign that read Spa. He followed about fifty feet behind.

 

Then he saw them turn into what looked to be a private garden enclosed by a high

brick wall.

 

He did a turkey peek through the opening and saw them settle on a bench about

halfway down the garden. There was no one else there. He hurried down the path

until he was right on the other side of the brick wall from them.

 

Puller listened as closely as he could, but they were whispering, so he couldn’t