Chloe pulled her phone back out and tapped the screen twice.

“Room four twelve is officially vacant,” Chloe said.

“Housekeeping is going in to clean the carpet.”

“Did you sleep at all last night?” I asked.

“I’ll sleep on the plane tomorrow,” she said.

“We have a whole timeline to rework before two o’clock.”

Suite seven ten sat on the top floor at the opposite end of the historic building.

My actual white garment bag hung perfectly straight from the crown molding above the closet door.