“After nine.”
“I haven’t slept that late in ages.”
He nodded. “You needed it.”
“Are Jo and Stone still around?”
“Yeah, we have tapes from last night to listen to,” Trey said.
“You think there’s anything on them?”
“We think he had a visitor.”
She scooted closer to him. “Oh? How do you know?”
“Plant in the hotel called Stone’s cell. Said someone went up there not long after we left.”
“Any ideas, who?”
She sipped the coffee. If she hadn’t already been warm to the core, the brew would have helped.
“Greg. Possibly.”
The voices remained quiet as if they knew they were being recorded.
“Greg makes sense. He’s had to regroup since he couldn’t get us. Wonder what he’s been up to?”
“Nothing good. There’s some breakfast upstairs.”
Her stomach rumbled. “Yep, I could use it. Let me shower and I’ll be up in a flash.”
Trey kissed her then left her.