He drank his wine, nodding. Vague classical-style music filled the dining room; he couldn't identify any composition he knew. "Um, it's going good. I rented a trailer, got tired of motel living. The quiet helps me concentrate."

Devin leaned back in his chair, taking in his surroundings. It was the type of place his parents would go on their anniversary.

"Plus, I heard there was a dead body found at the Kay. I stayed at the El Rey, but still. I'm not taking any chances."