The boat docked at the marina around 9:00, where a shuttle was waiting to take its passengers back to the Serenidad. A few minutes later, the guests—in various states of inebriation—all piled out of the shuttle and into the hotel lobby. Moran put on a show of leaning heavily against Jay as they made their way through the crowd; he was drunk too, but not as drunk as he was pretending to be.
The American had his arms around the shoulders of his two companions. “No, you’re right, it’s too early,” he was saying, his voice echoing in the cavernous lobby. “Let’s head up to the bar!”
A number of the other guests had the same idea, beginning a slow procession in the direction of the restaurant. Among them was the woman Jay had spotted on the boat.
Jay leaned in close to Moran’s ear and murmured, “She’s staying in room 262.”
Moran replied with a subtle nod. “If you stick with her, I can try to get into her room.”
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