I pressed my lips together.
Anchor looked down at the counter, probably hiding the same thing.
McKayla continued, “But my sister is missing, and I have reason to believe something tied to her happened in that room.I need to know if anyone has stayed there since I checked out.”
The girl leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.“Nobody.”
McKayla blinked.“Nobody has checked into that room?”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“When did I check out?”
The girl clicked around on the computer slowly, clearly annoyed that the conversation was requiring effort.“Four days ago.”
“And no one has stayed in room eleven since?”
“No.”
McKayla glanced at me briefly, then back at the girl.“Do all the rooms look the same?”
“Pretty much.”
“Pretty much or yes?”
The girl rolled her eyes.“Yes.Same beds.Same furniture.Same ugly pictures.Same curtains.”
Anchor muttered under his breath, “Bulk order of bad decisions.”
McKayla’s mouth twitched.
The girl looked at Anchor like even his insult had been charming.
Jesus Christ.
McKayla leaned against the counter.“Can I get into room eleven for a few minutes?”
The girl’s expression sharpened.“No.”
“I just need to look at it.”
“You’re not checked in.”
“I don’t want to stay there.”
“Then no,” the girl snapped.
McKayla smiled tightly.“I’m not trying to steal your towels.”
“They’re not worth stealing,” I muttered.
The girl’s gaze snapped back to me with a hopeful smile.
I stared at her flatly.“Pay attention to McKayla.”
