He turned when he saw me.

Elias Silva was handsome the way knives are handsome. Clean lines, expensive haircut, calm eyes. A wedding ring glinted on his hand, though Anna wore none.

“Mr. Martin,” he said, already smiling. “I’m sorry to disturb your evening.”

I didn’t shake his hand. “You’re disturbing more than my evening.”

His smile held. “My wife is unstable. She took my children after a disagreement. I have reason to believe she’s hiding them in your hotel.”

“Your wife is an employee here.”