“My what?” Emily held the kitchen phone to her ear.
“There is a…” A pause while Agent Frank Adams cleared his throat and snarled out his contempt for whoever he was facing. “A ‘Marky Herman’ here claiming to be your boyfriend. He won’t hand over his ID, claims he left it back at the hotel.” Frank Adams was clearly pissed. “Do you want me to shoot him?”
“Hold off on that. I’ll be right down.” She set the pasta water to simmer and turned off the heat under the lobster puttanesca sauce. She could spare ten minutes but not fifteen, or she’d have to start the sauce over.
Boyfriend? Marky Herman?
She had to grab the rail hard to not head-over-heel down the stairs when the next thought hit. Mark Henderson? If it was, should she be thrilled? She shifted up to jog as she crossed the grounds tow
