The hotel clerk squinted at the black and white photo Agent Lenz pushed across the counter toward her and uttered the words he’d been waiting to hear.
“Oh, yeah, I remember them.”
A surge of excitement went through him, but he kept his tone flat, almost disinterested. “When?”
The clerk tilted her head to one side. She was a pretty woman, with bright red hair pulled back in a sleek twist and improbably long eyelashes. The glance she gave him wasn’t entirely professional, but he did his best to gaze back at her coolly. He wasn’t here for dalliances, only to do what he could to track down Adara Grant and the man who had stolen her away from him.
“Day before yesterday,” the woman said. “Let me look it up.” Her fingers — tipped with long, bright red nails — tapped on the keyboard in front o
