Page 38 of Hidden Shadows
For a moment, the man looked uncomfortable, then he picked up the phone. “I just need to call my manager.”
Ten minutes later, they were in a back office with multiple screens hung across the room. Once the security manager knew what he was looking for, he flicked through the footage.
Every second that ticked by had Finley growing more nervous. The door behind them opened, and a woman with a name badge that read Joline entered.
“Hi,” she greeted nervously. “Paley told me you needed to know who left the package.”
Finley smiled at her. “Yes. Was it a man or a woman? Or better yet, do you have a name?”
The questions had just left Finley’s lips when the security man found the footage of the man stepping into the hotel foyer.
Finley gasped, and Nixon went so hard that every muscle in his body visibly bunched.
“It was a man. But I don’t have a name, sorry,” the woman said, her words competing with the buzzing in Finley’s ears.
But they didn’t need her to know his name. Because the man in the footage was Rad Hamilton.
“That footage goes to the police,” Nixon said, stepping back and pulling his phone from his pocket. Then he moved from the room as he called the police. Again, Finley ran to keep up, listening to his side of the conversation as he explained the situation to the police.
When he hung up, he didn’t move toward the elevators to go to their room. Instead, he beelined for the doors leading outside.
“Nixon, stop!”
He didn’t. If anything, he moved faster. She ran outside after him and grabbed his arm just before he reached his car. “Nixon—”
“You need to go back to your room. I need to find this fucker and make sure he doesn’t make a run for it before the police arrest him.”
“You don’t have your keys.”
“I do.” He pulled out of her hold and opened his car door.
Shit.
She ran around the vehicle, then pulled the passenger door open and slid inside.
Nixon flashed his angry eyes at her. “Get out, Fin. You’re not coming.”
“I am.”
His chest rose, and he opened his mouth, presumably to yell at her, but she got in first.
“Unless you plan to drag me from the car and all the way upstairs—which I would yell and scream about, by the way—I’m coming.”
Cementing her point, she pulled the seat belt across her body, then crossed her arms.
Nixon growled before grabbing the wheel tightly and pulling out of the lot.
“You realize this doesn’t make sense, right?” she said quietly. “If Rad’s behind the messages and gifts, do you really think he’d be dumb enough to leave the package in person?”
When Nixon didn’t answer, she shook her head and leaned back in her seat. He’d barely put the car into park when he was out and storming toward the bridge. She hurried to keep up with him, but man, it was hard. He was fast and he wasn’t even running.
They’d almost made it to the trailer door when it opened and Rad stepped out. His eyes widened when they landed on Nixon. Then he turned and tried to rush back inside, but Nixon grabbed him and shoved him into the side of the trailer.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nixon yelled.
The color left Rad’s face. “What are you talking about? Release me!”
“You take photos of me and Finley in the sleigh, then wrap them up in a box and leave them at our hotel?”
