She shook her head. “No idea. People were still in shock about Jazmin, so I don’t think anybody was too upset that Scary Larry was gone.”

Lutrisha pulled her phone from her purse. “I gotta go pretty soon. My sister is watching my little boy and she gets real pissy if I’m late.”

“Just a few more minutes, please,” Drue said. “Do you want something to eat? I saw they had some cookies and stuff behind the counter.”

“Ugh. Sugar. No thanks. What else do you need to know?”

“Back at the hotel, my friend and I went into the laundry room. I noticed there were some brackets on the wall that look like maybe there used to be a camera up there. Was there a security camera there when Jazmin was killed?”

“I don’t know,” Lutrisha said. “None of us like working in there. It’s hot as hell, and where it is, like at the back of the hotel, it’s creepy.”

“Did housekeepers ever leave the door open when they were working, to get some air?”

“Yeah. All the time.”

“So anybody could get in there, if they knew where it was?”

“Why would anybody want to?”

“One more question. Jazmin’s mom said she’d been seeing somebody. A man. Did she ever say anything about that to you?”

“Yeah. I knew she had a new boyfriend.”

“How?”

“A couple times, she was going out with this guy right after work, and she didn’t want to have to go home to get ready, because she knew her mom would ask a lot of questions. So she asked me to kind of be the lookout for her, while she showered and changed in one of the guest rooms. If the bosses ever found that out, we’d both have been fired.”

Drue felt a tiny fizz of excitement. “Do you know who the guy was?”

“I know he used to work at Gulf Vista. I think he was a desk clerk maybe.”

“You don’t know his name?”

Lutrisha scrunched up her face. “Maybe Jorge?”

“Why didn’t she want her mom to know about this guy?”

“Probably because he wasn’t black. He’s from one of those countries in Central America. Ecuador, Guatemala? I get those places mixed up. Jazmin said her mom wouldn’t like him, which is funny, because who knew black people were just as racist as white people. Right?”

“Do you know where this Jorge lives? Or where he worked after he left Gulf Vista?”

“She said it was at another hotel on the beach.”

Lutrisha’s chair scraped the concrete floor as she pushed away from the table. “Okay, sorry, but I really do have to go.”

“I understand. And thanks so much for your time, Lutrisha. You’ve been a big help. Hey, do you know whatever happened to Jazmin’s friend Neesa?”