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“Okay, well, have a good night,” Cammie said.
“Yeah, thanks.” The door was almost completely closed when Clem called out. “Hey, when you see Ben, can you tell him not to send guests to get shit for him? No offense, but passengers really shouldn’t be coming down here.”
“We will. Sorry for bothering you.” Cammie let the door close. “This is going to get back to Ben.”
“Yeah, but now we know where to find Frankie.” Zane was already moving down the hall toward the elevator.
“Sherri’s cabin,” Cammie said. “How are we going to get in there?”
“We’re not,” Zane said. “We’re going to check the surveillance on her deck.”
“You have access to all the cameras?” Cammie was sure that Zane had never mentioned that before.
“I do, and, if we’re lucky, the staff deck camera will still be working.” Zane hit the up button. “If Frankie is in Sherri’s room, we’ll see him coming and going as long as there’s a recording.”
“And if there is a camera and we don’t see him?” The elevator arrived and Cammie stepped on.
“Then we know who we need to talk to next.”
* * * *
Cammie watched Zane, hunched over and madly typing, his kilt spread out around him. All she wanted to do was curl up on his lap and kiss his neck…then his chest…then lower.
“I’m backtracking to prior to departure,” he said, oblivious to her lusty thoughts. “The security feed on Sherri’s deck is working.”
“It’s weird how some decks have cameras and some don’t.” Cammie peered over Zane’s shoulder at the various camera feeds. “I wonder why?”
“Not sure, but it’s definitely going in my report to my boss.” He quirked an eyebrow over his shoulder. “There’s something fishy about Chief Ross. His lie about watching footage from your deck was either due to his arrogance or his stupidity. He knows there’s no camera and doesn’t care if we find out, or he doesn’t know and isn’t really the chief of anything.”
“I’d vote a little bit of both.” Cammie didn’t like Ross, not only because he’d all but scoffed at her when she’d reported a body on her floor but also because it wasn’t enough for him to shove her story aside. He had to insinuate that she had lost her mind as well. He’d even called her hysterical at one point. “Someone probably removed the camera on my deck.”
“Not a job that can be done without security knowing.” Zane clicked a few more keys. “I’d love to talk to Ross, figure out how deep his ignorance or duplicity runs, but my hands are tied. I’m not supposed to be here.”
“It’d be different if you were a detective, I guess.” She watched the screen as Zane zeroed in on one camera’s feed.
“Yeah, I’m more like an undercover agent. I can’t let anyone know I’m investigating.” Zane pointed at his computer. “There’s Frankie.”
Cammie leaned closer, taking in Zane’s musky scent, battling the urge to lick his neck. The whole concept of him being undercover, all stealth-like, made her pussy clench. “Yep, that’s him.” She watched Frankie enter Sherri’s cabin, then Zane sped up the recording.
“Three hours later, there he is again.” Zane nods as Frankie exists Sherri’s room.
“That’s only a few hours before I found him on my floor.” Dead.
Zane zoomed through the video and Frankie never went back to Sherri’s room, probably because he wasn’t among the living any longer. Sherri, on the other hand, came and went, always in a frenzy, moving quickly and hardly spending any time in her cabin. It was obvious that the woman was dedicated to her job because, as Zane sped through the footage, the longest span of time she stayed alone in her cabin was a few hours.
“So that’s that.” Zane let out a huff. “We’ll need to speak to Sherri. See if she can tell us anything.”
“Without her figuring out she’s being investigated.” Cammie slipped her hands over Zane’s shoulders, massaging the tension she saw there.
“Ohhhh, yes, that feels good,” he moaned.
She shifted up to her knees so she could really dig into his sore muscles.
“Your hands are magic.” He leaned back so she continued her kneading over his chest.
“I bought something else when we were in the fetish store,” she purred against his ear.
He straightened his spine. “Tell me more.” His chest rumbled with a low groan as she worked a knot.
