Luke stared at Leslie Merryweather. Something was going on with the guy, though, not knowing him, it was hard to put his finger on what. There was the obvious, but it was a bit early in the day to be pouring himself a drink. And in a bathrobe with his hair still wet. Unless…
He looked around and spotted the discarded heels partially hidden by a plush looking chair near the stairs.
“Very sorry to disturb you,” Luke said, dryly.
Leslie followed his gaze to the shoes, then gave an almost embarrassed laugh. Luke’s gaze narrowed. Leslie didn’t seem like the type to be embarrassed about much. He exchanged a look with Mann, who shrugged.
“Did you have something particular you wanted to ask me, gentlemen?”
They had a lot they wanted to ask him. After chatting with other employees of Merryweat
