Page 55 of Never and Always
Caden had the skills, but I was pretty sure he was more motivated now since Allie had been caught up in it.
“Chance Ellis was in Las Vegas. That’s where he racked up this debt,” Caden said. “Enzo has contacts there, so I asked him to help us out.”
The dark-haired man nodded. “Happy to help. And I have good contacts in Vegas.”
He’d come from there before Windward, and I was sure whatever work he’d done, it hadn’t been as a hotel concierge. He’d never shared his story, but he was a good man, and he’d earned my respect over the last few years.
“Do you know where he was gambling?” Enzo asked.
I shook my head. “No, but he likes cards. That’s all I’ve got.”
The other man lifted his chin. “Give me a day or so. I’ll see what I can dig up.”
“Thanks, Enzo.”
Ro leaned back in his hair. “Until then, we keep Piper inside the hotel.”
“I’ve already had Gunnar get a few extra security guys in,” Caden said. “They’ll be keeping a closer eye on the security feeds.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “We’re also asking around Windward. We’ll find him. Sooner we do, and keep the women from striking out on their own, the better.”
“Piper will not leave the hotel,” I said.
The men traded glances.
Ro cleared his throat. “Maybe use different words when you talk to her about it.”
“And a different tone,” Enzo added.
“I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep her safe.”
The men looked me and then nodded.
“I’ll start a group chat,” Ro said. “If anyone sees Chance Ellis or gets information on where he is, share straight away.”
I strode out, slowing as I passed the conference room. Piper was typing away on her laptop. When she saw me, she shot me a narrow look.
I just smiled.
But by the time I reached the maintenance area, my smile was gone. I had a really bad feeling about this entire situation, and I fucking hated that Piper was stuck in the middle of it.
Whatever happened, I was keeping her safe.
Work kept me busy for the rest of the afternoon. I kept Piper annoyed with regular checks on her whereabouts. Finally, I grabbed my keys and jacket, and headed toward her conference room office.
She was still hunched over her laptop. When she turned her head and saw me, she rolled her eyes. I watched her massage her neck.
“Come on.”
She swiveled her chair. “What?”
“We’re leaving. I’m cooking dinner at my place.”
“I have work to do.”
I strode over and closed the laptop.
“Murray! I was in the middle of an email.”
“Anyone going to die if you don’t send it tonight?”
