Aloe's POV
The boutique hotel in Aspen was exactly what I'd hoped for—expensive enough to deter casual visitors, discreet enough to protect privacy, and staffed by people who specialized in not asking questions about their guests' reasons for seeking anonymity.
I'd been there for three days, sleeping better than I had in months, when the first sign of trouble appeared.
"Mrs. Johnson?" The front desk clerk's voice was carefully neutral when she called my room. I'd checked in under Sarah Johnson, a name generic enough to avoid attention while I figured out my next move.
"Yes?"
"There was a gentleman here earlier asking about guests who'd arrived recently. Said he was with a private investigation firm, looking for a missing person. I didn't give him any information, of course, but I thou
