“YOU’RE SURE IT’S NOT in the room somewhere?”
Emma’s gaze slid wildly around the hotel room. Clovis watched her with concern clearly written across his face as she flew around, ripping covers off the beds and tearing drawers out of dressers.
“Talk to me, Emma. What’s so special about this phone?”
She threw an empty drawer on the floor and scraped hair off her face with a shaky hand. “I need to make a call.” She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. “I have to find it before five.”
Clovis’s eyes widened. ‘Five AM?”
“No.” She returned to the bathroom and pulled down all the towels and washrags, shaking them open to check inside their folds. “Tonight. I can’t be late.”
Clovis joined her in the bathroom, grabbing her hands and tightening his grip as she tried to pull away. “Hey
