Chapter 6
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Taylor
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STEPPING OUT OF Lauren’s hotel room, I headed down the hallway toward the elevator, passing by a well-dressed man who looked lost.
“Excuse me,” he said, trying to get my attention. “I’m looking for Barbara Macey? Was that her room you just stepped out of?”
I turned back to answer him. He was an older gentleman in his fifties. Nobody I recognized. “Afraid not.”
His shoulders slumped as he looked back at the room. “Are you sure? I could have sworn they gave me that room number down at the front desk.”
“No. It’s her sister’s. Who are you?”
He looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’m a friend of the family’s. I didn’t make the wedding yesterday, and wanted to deliver this card,” he said, holding up an envelope. “I have a gift inside tha
