The drive seemed to take forever. Matt held excitement in check, but it wasn’t easy. They were close. So close, he could almost smell her coconut shampoo.
He stalked into her hotel room, pushing aside the manager with the key, felt death’s visit before he saw the leg protruding from the bathroom.
Behind him Alice inhaled sharply.
Matt paced forward, dread fading, to be replaced by anger, when he saw the white stockings and comfortable shoe on the foot. He pushed the door open.
“It’s not Gwynne.” He stared down at the sprawled body, fighting back the anger. Too late for that. “Call some cops, Alice.”
Matt stalked to the center of the room and looked around with a frustrated sigh. “You got the list of what she was wearing, Riggs. See if she made any calls or somebody saw her leave.”
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