“I should. It’s my resort, designed for high-end clients that want to vacation without worries of paparazzi.” He glanced at her. “What is all this?”
“The crowdsourcing program I designed. I’m looking for someone who swindled money from my grandmother and her friends, and I think I’ve just found him.”
“We bancameras and phoneson the premises. Whoever took that picture is about to get kicked off the island and have their membership revoked.” Max pulled out his phone, and she placed her hand over his to stop him.
“I need you to hold off on that.” She slid into the computer chair and tried to pull up everything she could on the island.
“You won’tfind anything.”He stood behind her and folded his arms across his chest. “Our services are strictly word-of-mouth and invitation only. Getting a reservation on that island is harder than breaking concrete.”
She sat back in her chair when another picture of the man popped up. This one showed him inside the resort store paying for something. “Butyoucould get me on the island?”
“We’re booked this weekend. The only way to get into one of those rooms is if you were the personal guest of someone who has a permanent suite. Someone like me.”
He had her. He could see the resignation in her eyes.
She rose from her seat and clasped her hands in front of her. “I guess we each need something from the other.”
He stared into her eyes and could read the desperation. “It seems we do.”
She slowly nodded. “Make it happen, and I’ll take your case, on one condition…”
“Name it,” he answered.
“I need to deal with that man first.” She pointed to the man on the screen.
“It’s a deal. My sister and niece have a security detail already in place.” He held out his hand, and she shook it. Max took a picture of the man with his phone. “I’ll pick you up in an hour. Until then, I’ll start digging into who this man is and how he got on the island. I’ll have my staff watching to make sure he doesn’t leave.”
“He’ll wish he had by the time I’m done with him.”
