She shrugged. “Maybe it’s time for more of that quid—”
His phone rang. Sanchez’s name flashed on the nav screen and he answered. “You’re on speaker and Evangeline is with me.”
“Hey, Evangeline,” Sanchez said. “Happy New Year.”
“You, too,” Evangeline replied.
“Sin, Hotel X’s GM is off today,” Sanchez said. “He’s in tomorrow afternoon. What else do you need?”
“Nothing now. Thanks for that.” He disconnected the call, then made another.
“Sinclair Develin, to what do I owe this honor?” asked a man with a distinctive, British accent.
“Hey, Greg, how’s business?”
“Smooth sailing, thanks to you.”
“Those sex workers move on?”
“Sure did, and so did the FBI investigating my hotel.”
“Glad I could help. Meet me at your office in two hours.”
“Seriously? I’ve got a houseful of relatives—”
“I need your help, and you owe me.”
“Of course. I’ll be there.”
Sin hung up.
“What’s the plan?” Evangeline asked.
“First stop, Hotel X,” Sin replied. “Then, Rave is going to admit she’s the woman in the video.”
“Just like that?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Just like that.”
When Sin said nothing more, Evangeline didn’t pepper him with questions. If he wasn’t going to share his plan or confide his past, she would back off and give him space.It’s better this way.Yet, no matter how many times she told herself that, she no longer believed it.
She’d fallen in love with him and she hated herself for that.
18
Birdie’s Friend, Rave
The General Manager for Hotel X greeted them with a tight smile, but Sin felt no guilt for asking him to come in on his day off. After introducing Evangeline, Greg ushered them into his office. Once seated, Sin got right to the point.
“You have a guest staying here who needs to be handled before the press gets wind of the situation.”
His shoulders sagged. “Oh, no. Another sex worker?”
Sin leaned back, crossed his legs. “I have reason to believe she’s a Russian spy.”
The color drained from the GM’s face. “That’s bad.”
“The FBI will be all over this if it’s not handled quickly and quietly.”
