“Fuck off, Mon. Can you find out?”
“Why?”
“In case George is there. He’s in Seattle. I saw him last night.”
My agent sighed. “I’ll try to find out.”
“Quickly!” I hung up as the cab pulled up outside the hotel. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I remembered the last time I was there—and the events that unfolded after that chance meeting.
My instinct told me to get the cabbie to drive me home, but I handed him his fare and got out instead. Where the fuck was that instinct six weeks ago?
The same girl was even behind the counter—Rachel, was it? —and recognition flashed in her eyes. “Can I help you, madam?”
“Yes. I’m looking for Mr
