CHAPTER FIVE
“WHAT IF THE CRAZY GUY is in this hotel?” Angie asked in a voice that was slightly higher than it should have been.
“According to Plaithe, the police have searched the hotel thoroughly,” Alastair offered. “If the patient was here they’d have found him.” This was only half true, El Diablo was a huge place, filled with innumerable nooks and crannies that could hide someone who didn’t want to be found, but he couldn’t help trying to calm his pretty fiancé’s fears.
Rubbing her arms in an attempt to rid herself of a sudden spate of goose bumps, Fabiana grimaced when the elevator doors slid open on the third floor and they found themselves looking at a darkened hallway again. When they stepped out their shoes crunched on broken glass. “I’d feel better if Brita were here.” She sai
