Perry dropped the Canyon Jewel's folder onto his desk and watched some of the old photos come loose and slide toward his keyboard. He reached over a clicked on the computer monitor as he settled into his chair.

"Well?" Barb leaned against the door frame inquisitively.

"Not sure, exactly." Perry bounced his eyebrows looking toward Barb. "I might need to have a surgeon amputate this finger."

Barb's sarcastic reply illustrated their comfort level together, "Poor guy. Maybe he can write you a script for some Midol while he's at it."

"It is my time of the month." His comment made Barb snort from a short chuckle. He began an internet search of the hotel and fully realized just how much his injury might hinder him. Typing was more difficult than he'd thought. "But seriously, this thing hurts like hell."

Barb stepped into his office and leaned over to look at Perry's monitor. "What are we looking at?"

"Well." Perry paused as he combed over some of the information he'd found. "Apparently this hotel, the Canyon Jewel, used to be a pretty big deal back in the day." He nudged some of the photos toward Barb.

"Canyon Jewel? Why does that sound so familiar?" Barb studied the photos while Perry clicked through a few more pages on his computer. After a short minute, Barb's eyes lit up. "That's why!"

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Perry looked at Barb, waiting for her explanation. She was looking at the pictures with an entirely new attitude now. The look on her face had become more about amazement and wonder. Perry interrupted her trance, "Well?"

"My grandmother used to talk about this place all the time. When I was a kid, she loved going here and coming home with stories about Marilyn Monroe and Marlon Brando. She loved the Rat Pack and had a huge crush on Dean Martin." She handed Perry the picture of Frank Sinatra and pointed at a figure in the photo behind him. That's Dean Martin right there. I've seen so many pictures of him from my grandmother's house, I could pick him out anywhere." She passed him another picture of patrons at a small bartop, cheering and clinking glasses. "That's their famous lounge. My grandmother brought me back a drink coaster from there once. She'd gone away for a weekend to try and meet Dean and convince him to marry her." Barb shook her head and chuckled again. "She came back empty-handed, obviously."

Perry leaned back in his seat. "From what I gather, this place is on its last breath. Simon wants a piece about their good old days and preserving a national treasure. It looks like they got mired down in money troubles a decade or so ago and never really recovered." He glanced down at his throbbing finger which was now nearly purple. He held it up with a small frown to show Barb. "But first thing's first. I should get this thing checked out."

Barb looked at Perry with a straight face and sarcasm. "I said I was sorry."

"I know, I know." Perry stood and shuffled around Barb toward the door. "Want to make it up to me? Start looking at some flights while I see about some xrays."

"Only if you promise to bring me back a souvenir."

Without looking in her direction, making his way to the elevator, Perry called back over his shoulder, "I'm sure they'll have a coaster I can grab!"