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Memphis loosened his tie and pulled it free from the collar as he stepped into the hall. Slipping it into his pocket, he walked to his assistant’s office.

“Did Rylee go to the car?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, as far as I know.”

He gave her a curt nod and backed out of the room. “I might not be back today, but I’ll let you know.

He headed for the elevator to get to the parking garage. As he waited for the doors to slide open, his phone rang, and Hunter’s name flashed across the screen.

“This is Memphis,” he said as he tapped the button to call the elevator again.

“The house stuff is taken care of and my people know not to deal with Jeremy anymore.”

“Excellent.” The elevator doors slid open, and Memphis stepped in.

“What were you so worried about Carla’s suite for when she was checking out anyway?”

Memphis pressed the parking garage button on the elevator. “What do you mean? She was planning to stay in Vegas for a couple more days.”

Hunter laughed. “I have no idea but when I went to make sure everything was handled, my staff told me she checked out a couple of hours ago.”

Memphis didn’t have time to worry about what Rylee’s friend was or wasn’t doing in Vegas, but something didn’t seem right. He pressed his thumb and forefinger against his eyes as the elevator rode to the garage.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll ask Rylee about it at lunch. And thanks for handling the house paperwork. Sorry to be a pain in the ass.”

Hunter said goodbye as the elevator stopped and Memphis stepped into the garage expecting Rylee to be there. But she wasn’t there, and neither was the SUV he’d expected to be waiting for them. Maybe she was sick again and they stopped at a bathroom.

He called up to the surveillance center to make sure she’d actually left.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Foster. She left about ten minutes ago.”

He frowned and dialed her number. There was no answer. Panic and worry set in, and he dialed Carla’s phone. Still no answer.

He jogged down to the exit of the garage where he knew an attendant would be working. The young man seemed surprised and flustered to see Memphis.

“Mr. Foster. Is everything OK?” he asked when he recovered from his shock.

Memphis shook his head. “Have you seen my SUV leave in the last ten minutes?” he asked.

The man looked down at a screen in the booth and tapped a couple of keys before flipping it so Memphis could see. “Is that one of yours?” he asked.

Memphis nodded as his heart raced and his stomach twisted.You’re ruining everything.The words echoed in his mind and he realized Rylee’s text wasn’t the only placed he’d heard them. Jeremy had voiced that sentiment about her. What did the attorney think she was ruining? He was more convinced than ever that Jeremy was behind this.

He started to call the police but thought better of it. Arrogant as it sounded, he had access to better resources than the local police. Instead, he started with a phone call to Lance Moss, a friend and occasional business partner.

“Memphis, I’m still working on that tablet you sent me,” the man said when he answered.

“Unfortunately, I need some help with another thing, and I need it faster than the police can help me.”

“Uh Oh, that doesn’t sound good. I’m all ears.”

Memphis waved the attendant out of the booth and sat in his seat.

“First, can you check and see if a Carla Rossi got on a flight out of Las Vegas sometime in the last three hours?”

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