“Did you have any luck?” Nicole asked us as we approached them. “Hank wasn’t where we saw him yesterday,” I said as I shrugged. It was even true, since Hank had managed to crawl a little before he’d died. Nicole looked perplexed. “Then why doesn’t he show himself?” “I don’t know, but we found this,” Grace said as she approached the others. “It was stuck to the sign for the resort.” She handed the TUIT button to Nicole, who passed it to Georgia. Janelle took it in turn, studied it, and then started to hand it back to Nicole. “I still don’t get why he valued this thing so much.” “Hank loved wordplay and puzzles, basically anything that took a little creativity and cleverness to get,” Celia said as she stepped up and took it before Nicole could. “He cherished this. He’d have sooner gone out without wearing pants than this button.
