The smell of ocean salt and expensive perfume still hung in the air from where Vanessa had hugged me goodnight by the door.

Chloe walked out of the suite bathroom in her dark blue pajamas.

She tapped her phone screen three times, checking her messages, before dropping it onto the glass coffee table.

She sat down heavily on the edge of the second bed.

“Is it safe to talk now?” Chloe asked.

“She went through the connecting door five minutes ago.”

“Did you actually see her lock it?”

“I heard the bolt slide into place,” I said.