CHAPTER EIGHT
She wasn’t in a Vegas nightclub looking for a good time. No, she had checked into her hotel and gone on the hunt. Getting back to Vegas didn’t feel like coming home. Almost as soon as the plane landed, she wanted to leave again. There was no familiar apartment, just another hotel.
Choosing to check into the hotel where she and Dax shared their wedding night gave him an obvious place to look, if he wanted to find her. During dinner, a plan started to come together.
Vegas was a city that came alive at night. After dinner, she headed for her old neighborhood and started to ask around for Trudi to see if she still worked the streets in the area. No one clammed up, as she expected they might.
Word was Trudi worked one of the call girl agencies. One of probably hundreds in the
