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Greyson rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at Jenna’s sleeping form. She was curled into a fetal position on Remy’s office couch. Her face was red and blotchy as if she had been crying.
“How long has she been here?” Greyson asked. Why Jenna would come to the Tropical Rain casino was beyond him. Did she have a gambling addiction?
“I’m not sure,” Remy said. “I stumbled upon her an hour ago.”
“Stumbled?”
“She was hiding behind the mega fortune wheel out front.”
“Hiding?”
Remy leveled his stare. “Yes. Hiding. When I pulled her out I could tell she was going to put up a fight, but then she just crumpled when she recognized me. I asked her a few questions, but she didn’t answer. As soon as I called you, she passed out.”
“She didn’t tell me anything either. I don’t know what
