“Your legal name is Jayden Price. You’re an operative with Quade Security and Investigations. Isabelle is Isabelle Berkshire, the office manager, andnotyour wife.”
Double damn.They are good.
At least they haven’t figured out that I’m in love with her.
I get to keep some secrets.
So I guess Isabelle was wrong after all. Blake and Virginia weren’t fucking each other senseless before class. Their tardiness might’ve been related to the real reason they’re in town. Possibly chasing down the bad guys.
Damn, they have all the fun.
“Can I ask why you are undercover at the resort?” he asks as Virginia joins us.
I tell them about Bernard’s connection to Isabelle’s grandmother and the alleged thefts. And how one of the former guests has been identified as potential KGB.
“That’s classified information,” Blake says. “How the hell did you find that out?”
“We have our ways. We thought there might be a link between that and the politicians who reported the alleged break-ins.”
“I doubt it. He was killed a month ago, shortly after his stay at the resort.”
“How come we didn’t know that?”
“I guess Sinclair doesn’t know everything.” He’s referring to Connor.
“Any idea who killed him?”
“That’s still under investigation, but right now the speculation is that it was a mafia hit. Seems our boy was dabbling in all kinds of illegal activity. That or the KGB wasn’t impressed with his connections to the mob and did him in themselves.”
“Have you located Isabelle yet?” Virginia asks.
“No, I’m just going back to the resort to see if I can find her and Landon.” If Blake and Virginia know who Isabelle and I are, I can guarantee they know about Landon.
“Okay, let’s go.” Blake starts walking to their car. Virginia joins him.
“Go where?” I follow behind.
“The resort. We’re heading there anyway. We can give you a ride.”
At the resort, Virginia drops Blake and me off at the main entrance. I bring Isabelle’s cake and purse with me.
We stride through the main doors. Blake’s going to see if he can locate either Isabelle or Landon by the pool. I’m going to check my room.
“I’ll meet you down here in a few minutes,” I tell him. He splits off for the pool. I continue to the elevator.
As I approach it, the door pings open and Bradshaw steps out—and my heart comes to a screaming halt against my ribs like a crash-test dummy slamming into the dashboard.
He’s wearing a suit like he usually is whenever we’ve seen him during the past five days. But I don’t know if Bernard only wears it when he’s working or if that’s his standard outfit.
I also have no idea if he just came from his office…where Landon was supposed to be.
A wide smile stretches onto his face, and his eyes shine with pleasure. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Moorehead. Are you and your beautiful wife having a pleasant evening?”
He then glances around the lobby. “Where is she?”
Good question.
“Waiting for me upstairs. We’re looking forward to putting into practice some of the things that Gabrielle has taught us during the past few days.”
