Jake will be mad

“Lilith Hellman.”

I turned to see the owner of the voice that had just said my name. He was a black man of average height and great looks. He was smiling heartily while holding a margarita on his hand.

“Hi,” I said. “Who are you?”

“Kyle Munther,” he said. “I’ve been watching you since morning. Okay, that came out wrong. I’m not a stalker. I work as a lifeguard here and just finished my shift. Been seeing you move from one activity to another, as if you can’t find one that matches your mood.”

Well, he was right about that. My mind was all over the place, and I couldn’t find anything to make me happy.

“How do you know my name?” I asked. “I don’t think lifeguards are provided with the names of every person who comes to this beach.”

“I got to know you from twitter. You’re that reporter who wrote about Jake Rylland. I worked part time in one of his hotels so I kind of keep up. I liked the man.”

“Of course you did. So why are you talking to me? I know you must have read what The Blue Paper