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“I need an account number and amount,” I said, whispering, hoping to placate him and keep him from making a scene. “The money you’ve put in. To the penny. It’ll help me figure out which account might be yours. I don’t have authorization to release funds, but it’ll at least get the ball rolling.”
Mr. Smith backed off, taking a pen out of his pocket. He examined the items on the table, picked up the paper napkin on top of the bread plate, and placed it onto his dinner plate. He wrote out a number and then shoved the napkin toward me. “I want what is owed to me out before I leave this ship,” he said. He picked up his empty whiskey glass and stood up. “I’m going to the bar.” He staggered around tables, heading for the door.
“What was that all about?” Colt asked, brows knitted together in concern. “Was he threatening you? You look pale.”
“I’m...fine,” I said. I was pretty sure Colt had heard the last of that conversation after the clapping had died down. I couldn’t believe Mr. Smith was so angry. He wanted his money and thought I was the key to it and now...now I was in big trouble.
“One down,” Blake said, his voice low. “Although even if we have the amount and account number, we don’t know where this money is. We don’t know where Mr. Smith got it from, either.” He sounded breathless.
I picked up my water glass and muttered behind it, “Where are you?”
“I thought someone was following me. I got a little turned around. Don’t worry. I’m headed to the dining room now. I may as well show up. Don’t let Colt get any more information out of you.”
I put my glass down, crumpled the napkin in my other palm and shrugged at Colt. I glanced around the dining room. “So when do they start serving food around here?” I really was starving now. I hadn’t eaten in hours and after all the stress, I needed to refuel.
Colt adjusted the glasses on his face and scanned the room. “I don’t know. Maybe it would be better if we escaped, too. We might get fed faster somewhere else.”
“We’re already here,” I said. Was he still pushing for a date? After being told Axel was my boyfriend? I spotted a server coming around the table with bowls of soup. “Looks like they’re getting started.”
Colt sat back in his chair a little, looking at Axel who was talking to Ms. Wayward and Mr. Jones. Then he turned his attention back to me. “I just feel a little uncomfortable. I don’t know about you.”
Ditto. Only I couldn’t just leave. Could I? With an empty seat beside me, I was expecting Blake to scoot over one when he got there and help with this conversation. I didn’t want to talk about Mr. Smith, but I didn’t know what else to say, either.
As my eyes scanned around the table, I noticed Ms. Wayward looking in my direction. Her eyes shifted immediately, but I got the feeling she was paying more attention to us than to the people around her. Was she making Colt uncomfortable, too?
I looked at Colt, undecided. I needed to get to the bottom of this. Colt didn’t seem to know about the investments like Mr. Smith did. There was something about him, though. He was flirting too much. Too interested.
I was about to talk to Colt about what he planned to do the next day when I heard something.
There was a thud then a grunt. I turned my head, thinking it had come from another table. Then I realized it was talking in my earpiece, but I couldn’t distinguish what was being said.
There was another thud. Then silence.
I waited, listening. Nothing.
My heart stopped. This was much too familiar. I couldn’t ask how he was doing, or what was going on with Blake. I glanced at Axel, but he was involved in talking to Ms. Wayward and Mr. Jones now, oblivious.
I started to stand up quickly, and then slowed, smiling sweetly at Colt. “If you don’t mind, it’s time to powder the nose.” I think I said that wrong but I was in a hurry and I wanted to give myself an excuse to leave. “I’ll come back.”
“Good idea,” Ms. Wayward said, grabbing her purse and standing. “Should we go?”
Crap. The girls need to go together thing. How had she even heard me across the table? Maybe she had better hearing than I thought. I forced a polite smile. “Okay.” I looked at Colt. “I’ll be right back.”
“Sure,” he said, and then focused on his glass of water, drinking some.
I scurried around the table. Ms. Wayward joined in, following me out. She was in a fancy pantsuit. Her hair was high on her head, giving her the school mistress look: sharp face and little in the way of makeup. She was quiet at first as we wound around other tables toward the door and I wondered if I should say something.
Luckily, she started before I could. “I saw how Smith grabbed you,” she said.
“Mr. Smith?” I asked. I didn’t want to answer, just ask questions. I really didn’t want to talk about him right now.
“Yes,” she said. “Don’t let him push you around. He thinks he can do that to all the women.”
“Does he push you around?”
“Oh sweetie, no one pushes me around.” She threaded her arm through my elbow. It was a very awkward thing. She was trying to make friends. “By the way, did you manage to find Mr. Murdock?”
“Ethan or his father?” I asked. “I found Ethan.”
“No, I meant his father,” she said. “I thought he’d be here.”
“Yeah, actually, I wanted to see him, too,” I said.
Her arm tightened through mine. Her sharp eyes focused on the blue carpet, but could have been cutting right through it. “Really?”
Jealousy? Could Fancy have been right about her? Either for power or romance, I couldn’t figure out the connection.
“Uh huh,” I said. “Since I was working for him…I don’t have anyone to report to since he’s gone. I have all this work he had me doing, and now he’s gone and I don’t have much direction anymore. I’m really not sure what to do.”
She seemed curious and yet remained quiet for a long moment.
“Maybe we can work together to find him,” she finally said. “He’s been missing for a while.”
“I thought Mr. Cline said he knew something, but I wasn’t sure.”
“I don’t know if that’s true. I’ve asked him. I think he assumes he’s on a vacation and will be back. He used to do that, but not without some contact with someone.”
“What about Mr. Smith?” I asked, and then regretted continuing this conversation. I needed out. Quickly.
Ms. Wayward shook her head. “I don’t know. He doesn’t talk to me but he seemed willing to talk with you.” She patted my arm. “You and I should work together on this. Maybe we can piece together some clues. Did you need another job while Mr. Murdock is out?”
Should I agree? I was supposed to get on their good sides, right? “Maybe,” I said. “To be honest, with his disappearances and with the stress, I’m a little worn out.”
“Maybe I can help, then,” she said. “I’ve got friends in powerful places that are a lot less stressful.”
I wished I could have kept up with this but I needed to get going. The longer Blake went without saying anything, the more I was sure he was in trouble.
Suddenly from up the hallway, Fancy appeared. She wore a long red silk dress, her nails striking in bright red, her hair blond. She walked in heels and wore more jewelry than a department store display. She waved enthusiastically at me and grinned. “Miss Kitty!”
“You know her?” Ms. Wayward asked.
I groaned internally, unsure if I should be grateful for this. Had the guys sent her along to follow me into the bathroom so I wasn’t by myself?
“Yeah…” I said, and then smiled weakly to Ms. Wayward. “Go on ahead? I’ll catch up with you later.”
She nodded and slipped into the bathroom, maybe to escape Fancy.
Fancy walked up to me and grinned. “How’s it going?”
I put a hand on her arm. “We need to go.”
“Go? I just got started. I was going to sit next to Axel. Or Blake. Maybe Axel. Blake’s no fun. Axel
blushes more.”
Axel blushes? “Something happened to Blake. He was on the line with me.” I tapped at my ear. “Now he’s gone.”
“Are you sure?” Fancy said, raising an eyebrow. She put her hands on her hips and scoped out the hallway. “No one’s here. Try again.” I checked out the area, too. No one was around. I walked away from the bathroom. Fancy kept a lookout as I started talking. “Blake? Can you hear me?”
Silence.
“Blake?”
“It’s not Blake,” Doyle said. “Your signal reverted back to me. Something happened to Blake’s earpiece. I don’t know why I bother to keep up with these little things. You all just throw them away whenever you want.”
“Will you just find Blake?” I asked. “Where is he?”
“Hang on, Jezebel. I’m looking.”
I ground my teeth, ignoring the comment. I imagined he really didn’t like me right now.
“It’s not him?” Fancy asked.
“It’s Doyle,” I said. I touched my ear. “Doyle? Hurry up. I think he’s hurt.”
“You don’t know if he’s hurt.”
“I heard a thud, like last time. Just tell me where he is. I want to make sure he’s okay.”
“Huh,” he said. “Go down the hall in front of you. Make a left.”
“Down the hall,” I told Fancy, pointing the direction.
She nodded. “Come on, Kitty-Kat. Let’s go find Blake-y. By the way, love the new name. You should keep that one for a while.”
