they picked up at the bar.” He spoke so nonchalantly about it. “Your first threesome?” He looked over at me. “It was only the three of them right?” “I only saw the three of them. I guess I was just shocked.” “So not your first threesome?” he cocked an eyebrow at them. “Yes, my first threesome. In person. Like in real life. I’ve read about them, seen them online and in movies, but this was my first in person, up close and personal, front row seat.” “Next time, call her first.” “She didn’t leave her number on the note.” “So am I allowed to ask what it was she needed to give you?” he turned the wheel slightly as we rounded the last turn toward Betty’s cabin. “I think it is a book. I think it belonged to Drew.” I pulled it out of my bag where I had stuffed it when I had gotten back to the golf cart from Stixx’s trailer. “Did she say why it was so important?” “What do you know about Bear?” “He’s been here since he was a kid. He and his mother moved in when he was about ten or eleven. She was a nasty lady. She yelled and screamed at Bear all the time. She cut his pinky off when he was a kid. Betty let his aunt move in, rent free for six months if she promised to take care of Bear. Betty said he reminded her of the little boy she always wanted.” “So Bruce and Betty never had any children of their own?” “No. Bruce traveled a lot and Betty would go with him sometimes. They said that the kids here at the resort were their kids.” “How did Betty run this place if she was traveling with Bruce?” “They had, and still have, a really great staff. Betty personally trained everyone and everyone knew that she would fire them without hesitation if they fucked up “ He laughed at my shocked look. “Her words, not mine. Why are you asking about Bear?” “He said he found this book, but was too stoned to remember where he found it.” I pulled the book out and placed it on my lap, with the front cover facing down against my lap. “What’s in the book?” Jason asked as he pulled up to Betty’s house. “No idea. I haven’t even opened it yet.” I flipped the book back and forth in my hand, covering the letters on the bottom corner. “Why don’t you go on in and I’ll grab the files from the back and meet you inside.” He handed me a key ring with four keys on it. One was attached to a round, bluish coin with the outline of a cabin on it. “The key opens the handle and the deadbolt.” I slowly and unsurely made my way up the steps to the large cabin. It was bigger than any of the ones we had passed on the way here. There were two levels. There was a wraparound porch running around the whole front of the cabin. The view of the lake was fantastic. The cabin was set a little further back than the trailersand cabins on the other side. It made the landscape seem larger. I slipped the key into both locks and held my breath for an alarm to sound, but none came when I pushed the door open. My breath was caught in my chest when I stepped into the living room. “Rory? Rory? Hello? Rory could you move in a bit so I can . . .” I heard Jason’s voice, but I couldn’t respond. I felt like I was drowning. “Rory.” “This is . . .” I brushed my hands over my face. I looked around the living room. The four walls felt like they were closing in on me. “I need to sit down.” I felt Jason take my elbow and walked me toward the floral printed couch. “I know this can all be overwhelming. Being in someone ‘s house for the first time like this can be . . .” “This looks like my grandmother’s house.” I said trying to catch my breath. “I mean it looks exactly like . . . how can this . . . I don’t . . .” “Let me get you a glass of water. You just sit tight.” He patted my thigh and disappeared around the corner. “Here, drink this.” He handed me a glass and took a seat on the edge of the coffee table across from me, his