Page 71 of Vacation Friends

Josh claimed he’d gone to the gym. But had he?

The last thing she wanted to do was bring up the subject of the detective. She feared Josh would ask too many questions and realize she was a suspect.

But she was curious.

Either way, how were all these events connected?

Maddie couldn’t put the pieces together yet.

“I knew we shouldn’t have picked this hotel.” Josh’s voice filled the air, louder than it needed to be.

“I assure you that we’re a fine establishment and things like this don’t normally happen.” Harris raised his head, his nose slightly upturned.

Then Josh turned to Adrienne. “Weren’t you the one who chose this location?”

Adrienne dropped her arm from around Maddie and froze. “I was. I mean, yes, my team and I picked this specific resort.”

“Well, you did a terrible job.” Josh practically spit out the words as he shook his head with disgust.

“I don’t think that’s fair.” Adrienne drew back, clearly offended.

“It’s completely fair!” Josh’s nostrils flared. “Did I not emphasize enough to you just how important this event was?”

“Josh . . .” Soft warning filled Maddie’s voice.

“What?” Josh’s eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t think it’s clear that someone is starting to sabotage me? Is it you?” His gaze burned into Adrienne.

“Why would I do that? How would I benefit from doing so?”

“You need to lay off, man.” Brody stepped closer, anger edging his voice.

But Josh seemed to hardly hear him. He still faced Adrienne, accusation in his gaze. “Is it you? Have you been behind these incidents the whole time?”

“I . . . I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice shook. “I thought this was the perfect location.”

“Excuse me.” Harris’s voice cut into the conversation. “I assure you that we’re going to get to the bottom of this and make things right. We’re so thankful that nothing worse happened.”

“You should be thankful,” Josh muttered, his eyes narrowed. “Because if my fiancée had been killed because of this . . .”

Silence hung in the air. Maddie could fill in the blanks.

Josh would have sued the resort for all they were worth.

Because money always made things better. She frowned at the thought, knowing it was far from the truth.

“I’ve already put in a call to my head of security. They are checking the room key log to see who else has come into your room today.” Harris paused as his phone buzzed. “It appears they’re calling me back now.”

He put his phone to his ear. A few minutes later, he ended the call and turned to them again.

“We have record of the maid coming just before lunch,” Harris explained. “Then at eleven-thirty, maintenance came to fix the toilet, which apparently wouldn’t stop running. Also, Mr. Harding left this morning around eight, then returned at twelve-thirty, but only stayed ten minutes. Then returned again closer to four.”

Maddie’s gaze shot to Josh. “Weren’t you playing golf at twelve-thirty?”

His face went still. “Yes, I was.”

“Who else has a key to your room?” Harris turned to Maddie. “Did you come up perhaps?”

Familiar dread gripped Maddie. “No, I’m not staying in here.”

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