CHAPTER SIX
Rylie led the charge this time, as they walked across the street to the three-story brick hotel with the giant statue of a cowboy in the front of it. It wasn’t the lap of luxury, but it was a well-maintained property, with a lobby full of modern furniture and fixtures. They even had free cookies at reception, for guests.
Of course, that’s just what Michael Brisbane dug into, the second they stepped up to the desk. He grabbed one, then three more, furtively looking around like a child as they waited for the front desk clerk to arrive. He shoved them into the pockets of his blazer, just as a sickly-thin kid with a buzz cut peered through the door behind the desk, sucking on a juice box.
“Sorry. Er, sorry,” he said, nearly choking on his juice. “Didn’t hear you come in.”
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