LITMIR.BIZ

Скачать книгу

be happy to, but wouldn’t the killer, if he taped himself murdering Geiger, have made a point to take the evidence with him?”

      “I doubt very much the killer would have filmed that session. That’s not what I’m after. I think it’s possible that one of the guests might have taped something that could give us a direction.”

      “Oh, I see.”

      He knew it was a long shot, but he had to try. “What about security cameras?”

      “We do have cameras, although not in Exhibit A, or even that hallway.”

      “Where are they?”

      “I can put you in touch with security. They know a lot more about it than I—” A chirping sound had come from a cell phone on her desk. She flipped it open and brought it to her ear.

      “Concierge, Mia speaking. How may I help you?”

      Bax watched and listened as Mia talked to her guest. She was calm, pleasant, and as she talked, she also typed, looking something up on the computer. The conversation was evidently about a pharmacy that delivered.

      He checked out her work space, which was as tidy as she was. A large Rolodex, telephone books, three-ring binders. Just what he’d expect to see. He paused, however, when he saw what looked like a camera case. Taking a couple of steps to his right to get a better look, he was surprised to see the initials GG in gold script on the top.

      When he looked back at Mia, it was clear from her blush she knew what he’d found. Bax sighed. He’d been right about her. Eager, enthusiastic. Nosy. A perfect informant. Ideal. Only, as an informant, he had to be damn careful with her. Not just so he wouldn’t scare her off, either. He had to make sure that she remained a credible witness. Which meant she was completely hands-off. Which should have been no issue at all.

      She finished with her phone call. “I was going to tell you about that.”

      “When?”

      “Don’t be mad. There’s a story with it and—” The phone chirped again. She flicked her earpiece this time instead of picking up the cell and immediately put the caller on hold. “Tell you what,” she said. “I get off work in fifteen minutes. It’ll take me ten to change out of my uniform. Why don’t you go to the bar and relax. I’ll come get you and we can go to dinner. My treat.”

      “Twenty-five minutes?”

      “And I’ll be all yours.”

      He knew exactly what she meant but that didn’t stop a momentary flash of a completely unprofessional nature.

      She returned her attention to the guest as he walked toward the bar, wondering if his attraction to her was about hormones or homicide?

      SHE HAD THE CAMERA CASE in her purse as they went to Maxwell’s, a coffee shop she and most of the Hush crew frequented. It was no Amuse Bouche, but they had decent food and for Madison Avenue, they were reasonable.

      Mia could tell he wanted answers, but he waited patiently as they were seated and placed their orders.

      She brought out the bag as soon as the waitress left. “It’s just a lens,” she said. “No film, no camera.”

      “But it did belong to Geiger?”

      “It did, yes. But that’s not the interesting part.”

      The waitress came back with coffee for him, an iced tea for her. When they were alone again, Mia leaned in. “It was found in Peter Eccles’s suite and it was left there the night Geiger was killed.”

      The detective’s expression changed. It wasn’t dramatic. In fact, if she hadn’t been watching closely, she’d have missed it. His eyes, a deep dark brown, widened a hair and his nice broad shoulders straightened.

      He really was an attractive man. Even in his dull suit there was something about him that appealed to her. Not just his rugged good looks, either. Obviously, she barely knew the man but still she saw an intelligence about him. He might come off all stoic and unflappable, but there was a brain in there. How she knew, she wasn’t sure, but she knew. She’d known from the first.

      Over the years her ability to quickly gauge strangers had been developed and nurtured. Part of being a good concierge was to make and trust first impressions.

      Even in the stressful situation of finding a body her radar had been active. Other parts of her had been active, too, which surprised her more.

      Honestly, his looks weren’t all that remarkable. Not compared to the movie stars and models who frequented the hotel. But he was sexy in his rumpled suit and his mussed hair. She kept finding herself wanting to touch him.

      “Okay,” he said. “I’ll pay for dinner if you don’t make me beg.”

      She realized she’d been staring instead of talking. “The maid found it in Eccles’s room. Along with the remains of his scotch, which room service had delivered the night before.”

      “How did you get it?”

      “I told you. I know people.”

      “Right.”

      “Listen, Detective. I shouldn’t have the lens. It was a questionable move meant to help. If it came to light how I got it, good people could get hurt. I won’t let that happen.”

      “I could compel you to tell me—”

      “You could,” she said, stopping him, “but you’d be cutting off your nose to spite your face.”

      “You want to be the go-between, I get it. While that might seem appealing or even exciting, it can also mean you’ll be caught in the middle. We’re talking murder here, Ms. Traverse. Not a game of telephone.”

      She’d thought about this since the moment Theresa had told her about the lens. The last thing she wanted to do was to impede the investigation. Hush didn’t need the kind of publicity it was getting and the longer the killer was on the loose, the more it damaged the reputation of the hotel. Mia’s first responsibility, as long as she didn’t actually break the law, was to protect her employer. Second was to protect the staff. She could do both while still helping the detective, but only if he agreed to her terms. “I understand what’s at risk. We all want this murder solved.”

      “What if it turns out to be someone from the hotel. Someone not involved with the movie?”

      She sat back in the booth. “You think I want a killer working at Hush?”

      He didn’t say anything, but his eyes told her he wasn’t completely convinced.

      “Look, we have a lot of our staff assigned directly to the VIP guests. They’re all very discreet though. If you try to talk to them, you’ll get a whole lot of nothing. They trust me. They’ll open up to me.”

      “There’s a big difference between being discreet and obstructing justice.”

      “It’s up to you. Your way, there’s a lot of disruptions and rancor. My way, you catch the killer and everybody wins.”

      He laughed. “Confident, are we?”

      She sat up straighter and willed herself not to blush. “Yes, I am.”

      He drank some more coffee, looked at her as if he was trying to see inside her head, but finally he nodded. “We’ll try it your way. But you don’t tell anyone you’re talking to me, got it? And you don’t hold anything back, even if it’s not good for the hotel.”

      She stuck out her hand. “To the best of my ability, you have my word.”

      He shook, although the doubt was still in his eyes.

      She didn’t really want him to think too much more about their agreement, though. Time to change tactics. “You haven’t been home since last night.”

      “No, I haven’t.”

Скачать книгу