Some small insect flew around Mallory’s insides as they pulled up to the Sheraton again. Why did this job bother her now? She shook off her feelings. No time to look back now.
Trey put his hand on hers. “You okay. You’ve been quiet.”
“I’m nervous, but I’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
A valet opened their doors. Mallory alighted in her hot pink sheath dress that she’d borrowed from Jo. Her heart skipped a few beats, but Trey’s hand on her back reassured her.
A man in a hotel uniform directed them to an elevator. Trey pushed the button for the top Executive Level. Just where they’d been before. Paul Stanley insisted they meet for dinner. Another day they could go to his Foundation’s office.
The idea that Stanley had tracked down a cell-phone given to them by Stone unnerved her. This man was more dangerous than she or Trey first thought. Certainly more connected.