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Apocalypse Now
Apparently they have a reservation. But it was made under her male companion’s name—Ernesto Finklestein—so it didn’t trigger any flags last night when I printed out the day’s incoming room charge sheets.
Because seeing Lucy Collins’s name on a reservation would definitely have caught my attention.
I push past Ryan, through the small door that goes into the front office that Miss Betty has decorated to look like an old English tearoom and not the administrative headquarters of a resort destination.
He’s right behind me, and then he’s right in front of me, hands on my shoulders. “Hollie, I had no idea. She told me who she was. I would’ve said something when I called but she was standing right there—” Ryan tries to tip my head to meet his eyes but I’m shaking too hard. I
