Once we were back at the hotel we lost no time in getting down to the dining room to order our dinner, as we were both ravenous by now!
We ate diligently and in near silence, although Wilson did mention that our waitress looked a bit troubled and perhaps she could use the services of a private investigator.
Once the meal was finished, as the waitress cleared away the dishes and presented our bill, Wilson handed her one of his Consulting Detective business cards.
Without looking at it, she slipped it into her cordless credit-card reader and frowned at the display for a moment, before returning the card to him.
'I'm sorry, sir,' she said, 'your card has been declined.'
W blushed deeply while I paid…
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