“Mr.

Gable is going to supervise your checkout.”

Kendra opened her mouth to argue, but Thomas Gable stepped smoothly between us.

“Ladies, if you will follow me,” he said.

He adjusted his suit lapels with precise, even movements.

“Your transportation from the property will be ready in fifteen minutes,” he said.

I found Chloe standing on the mezzanine balcony overlooking the main lobby.

She was tapping her phone screen with both thumbs, her eyes darting across the glass.