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AYLEE
“This one’s different,” I stated, looking down at the picture. It’s a woman in her early-thirties who was celebrating a weekend with her girlfriends.
Ryan nodded. “Since she isn’t a hooker, I don’t know if we’re looking for the same suspect or not. All her friends said she was meeting someone at the Bellagio. They don’t know who or what he looks like. Phone calls aren’t going through and until she’s gone for a full twenty-four hours, there’s nothing we can do.”
“Do you want to go to the Bellagio tonight and take a look around?” Jason asked.
I nodded. “Maybe we’ll finally have some luck tonight.”
Closing the file, Ryan sat back in his chair. “It looks like you two are getting along better.”
“Don’t get too carried away. It’s only because he lost a bet and his ego’s sore,” I sa
