"I'll think of something.” I paused. "So you have no idea what's in the briefcase?”
"No. I haven't even had time to look. It doesn't have keys. There's no combination. I don’t know how you open the thing.”
"Did Steve say anything to you when he got into your car?”
"Not really. Justhello.”
"Where were you taking him?”
"To the Surfside Inn.”
My eyes kept glancing to the rearview mirror to make sure the silver sedan hadn’t found us. "Turn your phone off."
Paisley's face wrinkled with confusion. "Why?”
"In case they’re tracking your cell phone.”
“Why would they be tracking my cell phone? I don’t know these people. They don’t know me.”
“They do now.”
She sighed and did as I asked. "Where are we going?”
"I'm gonna take you to the Seven Seas.“
Paisley shook her head. "No, you’re not!”
My brow knitted, and I looked at her like she was crazy.
"That place is expensive. I can’t afford that!”
"The county will cover it. Do not go crazy with the minibar or room service.”
She frowned at me.
"You're going to stay in the room, keep your phone turned off, and tell no one where you're at.”
Paisley gave me a look. "Are you out of your mind? What am I supposed to do? How long am I supposed to stay in that place?”
"Until I get this sorted out.”
"How long is that going to take?”
Another frustrated sigh escaped my mouth. "As long as it takes.”
"And how am I supposed to make money, pay rent, pay bills?”
"We'll figure that out.”
Paisley considered it a moment, then surrendered. "Okay, fine. If you’re gonna take care of it." She paused. "Does thatmean I can hang out by the pool and drink margaritas all day?”
"No. That does not mean you can hang out by the pool and drink margaritas all day."
She made a pouty face. "Party pooper."
"I don't know if you’ve been keeping up, but someone is trying to kill you.”
"Why me?”
