She took a sip of the smoothie and gave him an apologetic smile. “That’s the real reason I didn’t go to happy hour with you guys last night. I was afraid if I told you my idea, you’d try to talk me out of it. I had a theory, and the more I watched the video, the more I needed to check it out.”

“You should never have gone to that place by yourself,” Ben said, shaking his head. “I mean, that’s just crazy.”

“It’s not crazy,” she insisted. “And I proved it.”

She sipped the smoothie. “I never would have figured it out if I hadn’t tracked down Neesa, the housekeeper who was supposedly Jazmin’s best friend. It turns out, she was the key to all of it.”

“How so?” He sat back in his chair and gave her a quizzical look.

“The night I met her at Mister B’s, this honky-tonk out in Seminole, we struck up a conversation. She’d had a lot to drink, and we were just kind of chatting, and I told her that I lived here, in Sunset Beach, and she said she’d worked at the Gulf Vista, which, of course, I already knew. Eventually, she started to talk about Jazmin, and the management at the hotel, and her boss, a guy she called Herman-like-in-the-Munsters.”

Drue yawned widely. “Sorry. I’m so tired, my mind is kind of foggy right now.” It was true. She’d never been much of a napper, but right now, she felt as though she could sleep for a solid week.

“Go on,” Ben urged. “Tell me about the Munsters guy.”

“He’s a sexual predator,” Drue said. “He pressured Jazmin, and Neesa, for sex. And in return, he gave them better shifts, extra pay, whatever favors he could do.”

“Sounds like a pig,” Ben said.

“A murderous pig,” Drue said. “Jazmin’s boyfriend, who used to work at the hotel, said she was trying to get hired at the Silver Sands, down the beach, to get away from this Herman guy. But he wasn’t the only perv. The hotel’s head of security, even the engineering chief, they were all doing stuff like that. One of the other housekeepers told me…”

“Told you what?” Ben asked, leaning forward. “Are you okay?”

“Just super tired,” she said. “What was I saying? God, I’m so tired, I’m loopy.” She gulped more of the smoothie, hoping the B12 powder would energize her. “Anyway, it all came down to Neesa. The night Jazmin was killed, at the end of her shift, Byars got her called up to a room in the oldest wing of the hotel. It’s not clear if he tried to rape Jazmin or what, but she fought back, or tried to. So he killed her.”

“How do you know any of this?” Ben asked.