Chapter Three
A pasty individual rose from the table situated directly beneath the banner. “Help you?” he inquired.
Oh, you can help me, all right…help me right into a straitjacket. I cleared my throat, “Um…actually, I’m looking for someone.”
“Are you attending the conference?”
“No.” The last thing I needed was to have to pay even more to find out where Mystery Man might be hiding. Then inspiration struck. “That is — I think one of your guests left his cell phone at the bar where he stopped for directions.” I fished my iPhone out of my purse and flashed it at the conference worker, glad that I’d opted for a plain silver model this time rather than rose gold. Somehow, I doubted the man with the briefcase would have gone for a pink phone. “I couldn’t call him, though, because he has th
