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“Nobody yet. But there will be as soon as you’re reported missing.”
“I’m not missing.”
He didn’t say anything.
“Trapper, what are you doing? Turn around this instant. Take me back.”
“No can do.”
“You damn sure can!”
He kept driving, eyes on the road.
“What is this? A kidnapping? I’m your hostage?”
“No, not a hostage.”
“If you’re hauling me off to God knows where, without my consent and against my will, then what would you call me?”
He shot her a glance. “Bait.”
Chapter 13
Gracie knocked three times. “Kerra? Kerra, are you in there?” She waited for fifteen seconds, then knocked again. When she didn’t get a response, she turned to the young man whose plastic name tag read “Travis.” Gracie had dragged him from the check-in office, explaining that her friend wasn’t responding to attempts to rouse her. “Still not answering. Unlock the door.”
“Maybe you ought to call her first.”
“Gee, why didn’t I think of that?” She glared at him. “I have called her. About a dozen times.”
“There could be lots of reasons she’s not answering.”
“Yes, and one of them could be that she’s unconscious.”
He went over to the window, cupped his hands around his eyes, and peered through the crack in the drapery. “No lights on. She’s probably just asleep. Maybe left her earbuds in.”
“Unlock the door.”
“If we walk in on something, uh, personal—”
“I hope to God we do.”
“I’ll get canned.”
“I’ll take full responsibility.”
“The owner’s number one rule is to protect the privacy of our guests.”
“My number one rule is to make sure my friend is breathing! Open. The. Door.”
“We’re not supposed to—”
Gracie grabbed him by the front of his shirt and jerked him toward her. “The woman is recovering from a concussion, you moron! If you don’t open that damn door, I’m going to smash the window with your head.”
“Okay, okay.” She let him go. He fumbled with the key but managed to unlock the door, then opened it no wider than half a foot and called softly through the crack. “Ms. Bailey?”
“Oh, for god’s sake.” Gracie pushed him out of her way, shoved the door open, and strode in, flipping on the light switch in the process. The room was empty.
The young man was relieved, but Gracie’s distress increased tenfold. Two members of the production crew appeared in the open doorway. One, the lighting tech, had the temerity to ask, “She’s not here?”
