“We are, at all times going forward.”
“I don’t understand about the cabinet.” Millie rubbed the back of her neck. “Why didn’t he just break the glass and steal the stuff?”
“Because it would make too much noise,” Gloria theorized. “Is the fitness center always open?”
“Certain areas are open twenty-four hours,” Patterson said. “Including the section where the door was vandalized.”
“So anyone, even a passenger, could have caught them.”
“Highly unlikely considering the late hour,” Millie said. “Who wants to work out at one thirty in the morning?”
“Someone who drank half a container of Fire Up,” Gloria joked.
“True.” Millie tapped her lower lip, struggling to put the pieces together.
“I can see your wheels spinning,” Patterson said. “I already plan to speak with the fitness center staff to see if anyone showed a keen interest in the energy products, including Bautista.”
“From what Giselde said, it’s popular.”
“She told me the same thing.” Patterson shifted, giving them his full attention. “How are you feeling?”
Millie pinched her thumb and index fingers together. “We only had a teeny tiny sip.”
“Not enough to do more than give me the jitters,” Gloria said.
“I’m sorry about your door.”
“Sharky has already started painting over it. Hopefully, this is a one and done and an isolated incident.” A sliver of hope welled up in Millie, quickly shot down by the little voice in her head warning her the troublemaker, if related to Angelo Bautista, was only just getting started.
Chapter 22
“Do you mind if we stop by my cabin?” Gloria tugged at her shirt sleeve. “I was sweating before Fire Up but now I’m soaking my shirt.”
“Note to self…do not let Giselde talk us into sampling energy drinks. Imagine what would have happened if we had sipped more than we did?”
“We would be bouncing off the walls.”
Millie slowed her pace, checking her app while following her cousin to the suite.
Using her keycard, Gloria tapped the top and eased the door open. She stopped abruptly, causing Millie to collide with her.
“Liz Rasmussen!”
Liz sat seated at the dining room table along with several other people Millie didn’t recognize.
“Yo, what’s up?” She briefly acknowledged their presence before plucking a bingo ball from the round metal cage. “B12.”
Gloria marched across the room. “What are you doing?”
“Playing bingo.”
Millie circled the table, noticing a pile of cash sitting in the center. “You’re playing for money?”
“Of course.” Liz rolled her eyes. “What fun is bingo if you don’t win a little dough?”
“You can’t do this.”
“Play bingo?”
