But before she could form the words, her phone buzzed. Ethan’s name flashed on the screen. “Can you get that?”
“Sure.” He clicked on the phone and put it on speaker. “Hey, Ethan. Jake here along with Olivia. She’s driving.”
“Hi guys. Listen, I found something for you.”
“Shoot,” Jake said. “We’re listening.”
“Where are you?” Ethan asked warily. “This is top-secret stuff.”
Olivia, still distracted by Jake’s “friend” offer, had trouble dragging her brain around to the conversation. “We’re headed for the San Nicolo Resort. We think Laine might be staying there.”
“You mean…Inga Karlesdottir?”
Olivia frowned down at the phone. Whatever sound he’d just made, it sounded like something between a sneeze and a cough. “Bless you,” she said, in case it was a sneeze.
“No, that’s Laine’s real nam
