Rob knocked on the cabin door before letting himself inside with the key. Naia emerged from the tiny bathroom when she heard him enter.
“Well?”
“We got the guy, and I had security take the waiter into custody, as well.” He looked around. “How’d you get back in here when I have the key?”
“I had one of the stewards open it for me. Then I had to show him my ID so he’d believe me.”
Rob gave her a surprised look. “But your ID doesn’t say Wilson.”
“No, but you’d be amazed at how the word ‘squalus’ suddenly makes things clearer,” she lightly laughed.
He stared at her. For a woman with such plain looks, it was amazing at how beautiful she appeared when she was smiling. “Naia, when you suggested we go upstairs to do the send-off, did you know we’d find that man on B Deck?”
The smile dropped.
