He hurried off to grab a luggage cart and then headed for the elevators, leaving me wondering where to go from here. The fact that my parents had been here that night could be totally unrelated to their disappearance, but my gut was telling me otherwise.
The problem was that I couldn’t just search the hotel for them. The Ralston was known for its discretion and security, and they were not going to let me snoop around, invading the privacy of their high-profile guests.
A feeling of powerlessness washed over me. What good was being a bounty hunter if I couldn’t use it to find my own parents? I would report what I knew to the Agency, but they hadn’t exactly done much so far to instill any confidence in me. They didn’t seem to be too concerned about two missing bounty hunters.
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