I walk into the Hyatt lounge.  A woman with dark sunglasses, blonde hair, and a dynamite figure sits at a bar height table.  She has the aura of a character from a Fellini film — perhaps she is Madam X waiting for her contact, or Jackie O , hiding from public adoration?  She spots me, smiles, and throws an arm around me in a hug. … Continue reading Elaine Viets: Paddle Boards, Dead End Jobs, & Murder