Rockâs hand. He smiled. She smiled. I thought I might need an insulin shot.
âGood night, everybody!â said Rock âAndâGo! Get! Lucky!â
The Rocks dipped into a big bow, then skipped off into the wings while the audience rose to give them a standing ovation. The seven dancers scurried into a line and took their bows.
âFascinating,â said Ceepak and I could tell: he was having a hard time figuring out how Rock did the Lucky Numbers trick.
Me, too.
Then I glanced over at Lady Jasmine.
She was shaking her head and laughing.
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The houselights came up. The audience was still buzzing, keyed up by Rockâs performance.
âIâm gonna go see Katie,â I told Ceepak.
âRoger that.â
We slowly made our way up emperorâs row and into an aisle where we got stuck behind a wall of people moving even slower than weâd been moving. Fifteen hundred humans. Four exits. This was worse than the Lincoln Tunnel at 5:00 on a Friday.
âIâll catch up with you later,â I said to Ceepak, even though neither one of us was going anywhere anytime soon.
âGive Katie my regards.â
âYeah. I will.â I shuffled forward. A whole foot. âGeeze-o man. Whatâs the holdup?â
âI am given to understand that Mr. and Mrs. Rock typically visit the lobby after every performance to meet and greet their fans.â
And to bump up trinket sales.
Finally, some ushers opened a couple side exits and the crowd started to part and thin.
âThatâll work,â said Ceepak.
We reached the lobby.
âMr. and Mrs. Rock will be right out!â announced one of the souvenir vendors from behind her chirping cash register. âForm a single line to my right and have your items ready to be signed.â
âIâm going to purchase a stuffed tiger for Rita,â said Ceepak, dutifully taking his place in line, falling in behind a couple kids studying a booklet so they could learn how to pull quarters out of each otherâs ears.
âCatch up with you in the AM ,â I said.
I crossed the lobby and came out into the wide-open plaza in front of the Shalimar Theater, realizing I had no idea where room AA-4 was. The Crystal Palace Tower? The Shanghai wing? Some other part of China?
Fortunately, I saw a security guard stationed in front of what looked like a service entranceâdouble metal doors painted the same color as the walls so nobody could see them.
âExcuse me,â I asked. âWhich way to Room AA-four?â
âThe performersâ suites?â
Made sense. Katie was working for the Rocks. The Rocks were performers.
âYeah,â I said.
âSomeone expecting you?â
âYeah. The Rocksâ nanny. Katie Landry. Sheâs an old friend from Sea Haven.â
The guard sized me up some. âYou live there? Sea Haven?â
âYeah. Iâm on the job.â
âCop?â
âYeah.â
âThey still got that miniature golf course? King Putt Putt?â
âYeah. King Putt.â
âThey still have that crocodile where you shoot your ball up the snout and it rolls out the butt?â
âYeah.â Itâs actually the tail.
âWe used to spend a couple weeks up in Sea Haven every summer. When the kids were younger. Now, theyâre all grown up. Donât want to know from putt-putt and Boogie boards.â
âRoom AA-four?â
âYeah. Use this door.â As he worked the thumb latch, I read the tiny sign that said AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
âThanks,â I said.
âNo problem. Heyâthey still got that pancake place?â
âYeah.â Sea Haven has about six pancake places. I figured one of them had to be the one this guy was remembering.
âThey still make that thing they make?â
âYeah.â
âGood times.â
âYeah.â I gave him a little two-finger salute and