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“May I get you a drink?” I asked.

“I’m fine, sir. Thank you. It doesn’t look like she has checked in anywhere.”

“Impossible. She had to.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but her name isn’t anywhere in the databases.”

“Great. I wonder if she checked in under a different name knowing that I would be looking for her. Try Emily James.”

He slowly shook his head. “I’m sorry, but she’s not checked in either.”

“Thank you for your help, Wes. I’ll make sure to compensate you well for this unexpected visit.”

“No need, sir. I’m just doing my job.”

I gave him a small smile as I led him to the door. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out two one-hundred-dollar bills and placed them in his hand.

“Take this, and thank you.”

“Thank you, sir. Have a good night.”

I shut the door and went into the bedroom. Opening my bag, I removed the small blue box from it and opened it. Where are you, Emerson?

Chapter Forty-Three

Emerson

I finally landed at five a.m. Good god, I needed coffee. Once I got off the plane, I found a Starbucks and ordered a coffee with a double shot of espresso. Taking it to one of the tables, I sat down and pulled out my phone. Now what? It wasn’t like I could do much at this hour. I drank my coffee and then headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I was a hot mess with mascara stains underneath my eyes. After removing my makeup, I reapplied it and then brushed my hair. If I was going to find Alex, I wanted to make sure I looked good for him. I kept trying to call him all night, but it still went to voicemail, and I was getting worried. It wasn’t like him to have his phone off. Now that it was seven a.m., it was time to start looking for him, but where did I start? If he had gotten in yesterday, then he would have gotten a room somewhere. I called Adam.

“Where the hell are you? I’ve been worried sick.”

“I’m fine. You all have totally blown everything out of proportion, and I’ll explain it to you when I see you. But first, I need to know if Alex has a hotel here in Boston?”

“I think he does. Hold on, let me make sure. Yes. It’s called Parker International, and it’s across from the Ritz Carlton on Avery Street. It’s about a fifteen-minute drive, but you’ll be in rush hour, so it may take a little longer.”

“Thanks, Adam. I love you.”

“I love you too, and we’re going to talk when you get back.”

I sighed. “I know.”

Walking out of the airport, I hailed a cab and had the driver take me to Parker International. As I stepped into the lobby, I went up to the desk.

“Hello, welcome to Parker International. How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for Mr. Alex Parker. Is he here?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t give you that information.”

A nice-looking man walked over and smiled at me. “You wouldn’t happen to be Miss Emerson James, would you?”

A smile crossed my lips. “Yes, I am.”

“I’ll just need to see some identification if you don’t mind. I’m Wes.”

I reached into my purse, pulled out my driver’s license, and handed it to Wes.

He glanced at my I.D., and with a smile, he handed it back to me.

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