Angelo Montoya never liked playing sleuth in his life. For one thing, he was too noticeable – his height and his looks had a way of setting him apart he could hardly blend in; for another, he didn’t have the sort of patience demanded by such an endeavor.
But what needed to be done now, he had to do himself. He already had enough information to go no with; it was now time for action. And that, he could no longer delegate to a hired hand. So, he slowly picked his way through the crowd, keeping a ways behind as he continued trailing his ‘subject’.
He could not help but cringe at the word. God! It’s not like I’m a super spy or something! Heaven help me!
Seeing the object of his current undertaking heading towards the hotel front door, Angelo stepped back a little, farther into the shadows o
