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I instinctively bring my hand to my right back pocket. Wallet’s still there.

“How many rooms?”

“Three.”

I scan the dwelling and observe a one-touch fireplace, private bar, executive desk. Look out the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the oversized terrace. The place isn’t cheap. Probably runs anywhere between eight and fifteen hundred a night.

“Where’re the girls?” I ask.

“They left this morning.

“How about Blake?”

“He’ll be back later. Had to take care of something.”

“What?”

“No idea.”

I tap all my pockets. “Seen my phone?”

“By the coffeemaker. If you want coffee, it’s still drinkable.”

I pour myself a cup before looking at my phone. I’ve missed a few texts and calls. Maybe they’re from Amber?

They’re not.

“Mom trying to get a hold of you?” I ask Rob.

“Yeah, but I haven’t read the texts yet or called back.”

“Aren’t you the good son?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I’m ready to go home,” I say. “Are you?”

“Sure.”

“Let’s get out of here when Blake gets back.”

“Fine by me.”

“I’m going to take a shower and then call Mom.”

“All right.”

I drink some coffee and start for the bathroom. Blake comes in looking grumpy.

“Blake,” I say.

“Hey,” he answers back and sits on the couch.

“How’d your meeting go?” Rob asks.

“No-show.”

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