Chapter Thirty-Four
“We have a tail,” Brantley told Reeseas they headed toward Alluring Indulgence Resort.
He’d called his cousin to let him know he needed to talk, and Travis had directed them to meet at the resort.
Reese leaned forward, using the passenger side mirror to get a view of the vehicle.
“Black sedan,” Brantley said.“Government plates.”
“The FBI?”Reese asked.
“Looks like it.”
“I can’t see the driver.Is it a woman?”
“Not unless she’s got a buzz cut.”Which he figured was possible, but based on the size, he was pretty sure the driver was male.
“Not Allison, then?”
“Definitely not a tiny blonde, no.And I’m pretty sure it’s not Calloway, either.Younger.”
Whoever it was didn’t appear to be trying to conceal themselves.They remained behind them until they reached the resort’s parking lot.When Brantley pulled up to the valet station, the sedan kept driving.
“Well, I guess they don’t want to talk.”Brantley looked at Reese.“Let’s get this done so we can head down south and see what we can find.”
“Good morning, Mr.Walker,” the valet greeted as though Brantley made a habit of coming to the resort.Since he was positive he hadn’t seen the guy before, he had to assume whoever was manning their cameras had shared his name with the staff.
And yeah, it was still as awkward as it had been the last time he was there.
They made it into the lobby and over to the concierge desk after being greeted by two more employees, both using their names.
“That really is weird,” Brantley whispered to Reese.
“Good morning, Mr.Walker.I’ve been told to send you back when you get here.Mr.Walker is waiting for you.”
He had to smile because that just sounded ridiculous.“Thanks.”
They started toward the hallway that would lead to the offices when the door opened and the man who’d been following them walked in.He was wearing jeans and boots, a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
The guy looked vaguely familiar, but Brantley wasn’t sure why.
“Sir, you’ll need to check in at the desk,” the doorman instructed, doing his best to steer the guy in the right direction.
“I don’t need to check in,” the man said.“I need to talk tohim.”
When the guy pointed his way, Brantley stopped and turned.“Do I know you?”
The man approached, and it was then that Brantley noticed he hadn’t shaved and his eyes were bloodshot.Either he was getting over a late night where he’d tied one on, or he was having a bad day.Whatever it was, the guy was not getting enough sleep.
“Kieran Elliott,” the man said, his eyes scanning the room.
Brantley frowned.“Slade’s brother?”
Continuing to look around, he nodded, then met Brantley’s gaze.“I need your help.”
“With?”
Kieran’s brown eyes, filled with determination and a hint of panic, settled on his face.“My partner’s missing.I need your help findin’ her.”
