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.”