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When Garcia said nothing else, I met Millie’s gaze. “I’m going to head on over to the workshop area so I can be there before class ends.”
Millie nodded. “Do that.” On my way past her, she touched my arm. “Watch out for my granddaughter, Liam.”
“I will.”
* * *
There wasa privacy tint on the windows of the bungalow where the workshop was being held. But a few moments outside the door told me she was in there. I could hear her talking.
I looked at my watch and saw that I still had about ten minutes before the class ended, and I was too restless to just stand there, so I circled around the workshop building. I wasn’t expecting to find anything. But I needed to get my brain engaged before I stormed into the bungalow and demanded that Mila cancel the rest of the class so I could affix myself permanently to her side.
Why now?
That was something niggling at the back of my mind.
Her father had hired me over a month ago. In all that time, nothing had happened, and now she gets here to the island, and her place gets ransacked?
It didn’t make sense.
I tried to remember if Millie had told me how many guests were at the resort, but I came up blank. Still, we were on an island. It wasn’t like when we’d been in New York, surrounded by millions.
There were a few people who still lived on the island that weren’t part of the resort staff, but for the most part, anybody who was on Pleasure Island was affiliated with the resort itself, either as guests or employees.
Mila had been here three weeks.
How many people knew she’d come here?
My mind continued to work on the puzzle as I finished doing a circuit around the bungalow.
There was nothing out of the ordinary that I could see.
But something clearlywas. After all, Mila’s place hadn’t ransacked itself.
