“His name is Marco Griffin,” Phillip announced as Cara paced the room with her hands clasped behind her back.
“Was he here with anyone?” Coop asked, drawing Phillip’s attention away from Cara as she seemed to be looking for something to touch.
“He’s a speaker at the convention.”
Cara’s gaze met Coop’s.
“What was he speaking about?”
Phillip cleared his throat before answering. “Pleasing your partners and fantasy sex rooms.”
Coop covered the smile with his hand. “And how old is this guy we’re looking for?”
“Thirty-five.”
“That’s young considering the rest of the guests,” Cara announced, stopping in front of the computer on the bed.
Phillip’s cheeks flushed. “He uh…he’s apparently an authority on the subject.”
“Maybe you should sign up for his lecture, honey.” She beamed a bright smile at Coop.
Coop smirked. “Are you sure he’s missing and hasn’t just hooked up with one of the other guests?” Coop asked as he rubbed the stubble on his chin. Chances were the guy was shacked up in one of the rooms or got so involved in a private demonstration that he’d lost track of time.
“No one has seen him since the meet and greet, and he missed his slotted time to talk at the convention,” Phillip answered.
“Can I see the surveillance?”
“Sure.” Phillip walked to the door. “Are you coming, Cara?”
“I’ll meet you in the lobby. I’m going to see if I can find anything on his computer.”
Cara sat on the bed and smiled at Coop. She was about to use her ability and gain the upper hand. Phillip walkedout of the room, and Coop paused to wink at Cara. “Good luck, wife. Don’t stay too long looking at his porn.”
“I don’t need luck, and it’s not me that needs porn, honey. It’s you. You could stand to learn a thing or two.” She winked back, picked up the laptop, and sat it in her lap. Her eyes shut, and her chest heaved. The look was erotic, and he’d planned to be the one to make that look happen again. He shut the door behind him to find Phillip waiting by the elevator.
Phillip led him into the security room to follow the cameras in search of Marco. He spotted him in the lobby and followed him to the elevators.
“Where’s the rest?” Coop asked. “I assume you’ve got video on all the floors.”
“I’m afraid that’s all we got. Our security system went down, and we’ve had techs trying to bring it back up and restore the system.”
Cara closedher eyes as the visions took hold and she was greeted by a good-looking man working on his presentation. Pictures of what she believed were sex playrooms and such crossed the screen as he looked at them, followed by porn withworse pick-up lines than Coop’s. Then Marco…fondling himself.
She tossed the laptop and opened her eyes. Her cheeks heated from the vision. She got up and walked into the bathroom. The man’s toothbrush was on the counter. She touched it and closed her eyes. Marco was looking in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. There was a knock on the door, and he continued to brush as he opened the door.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Cara swore as she recognized Marco’s guest. She’d recognize that blue hair anywhere. “Aunt Betty.”
Aunt Betty winked as if it were meant for Cara before the vision broke.
Cara left the bathroom, took the stairwell down into the lobby and went right up to the desk where the man who’d checked her in yesterday was standing. “Excuse me.”
“Ah, yes, Mrs. Thatcher, or is it Cruz? Your sister said you’d answer to both.”
Nice. She swallowed around her retort. “Thatcher is fine.” She smiled sweetly. “Can you tell me what room my aunt is staying in? Betty Thatcher.”
“She said you would ask.” The man smiled as he stroked the keyboard. “She gave me permission to give it to you. She’s in Room 259.”
“Perfect, thank you.” Cara turned to leave and then spun around. “Could you tell Phillip and Agent Cruz in the security room to meet me up at that room. Tell them I think I found what they were looking for.”
