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his desk and picked up the room phone.
    “Front desk,” London purred into the phone. “What can I do for you, Mr. King?”
    “You make it sound as if you’re talking to my father.”
    Her professional laugh had a nice sound to it and Marc smiled, in spite of the tension growing in his gut.
    “We’re supposed to address all guests formally,” she explained. “What’s up?”
    She didn’t sound worried he’d called to bother her while she was working, which spoke volumes. London figured him to be a man who respected boundaries. And he was.
    “My cell phone is missing,” he said without preamble. “Who cleaned my room?”
    “That’s not good. Hold on.” She didn’t put him on hold but hummed in his ear as she made him wait. “Sally cleaned your room. She finished thirty minutes ago. More than likely she is still on your floor. But Marc, she is bonded and has been here longer than I have. No one has ever complained about her,” London added, lowering her voice as she finished speaking. “Are you sure you left it in your room? Maybe it’s in your coat pocket.”
    “I’ll check.” He put the phone down, positive he hadn’t left his cell phone there but willing to check just to cover all bases. “Nope,” he said when he picked up the receiver and once again reclined in the chair and faced his laptop. “I left it on my bed before I came down last night for my sandwich and now it’s gone. I’ve torn this room apart, London. It’s not here.”
    “Why would someone take a broken phone?” London asked. “I’m really sorry. We have forms down here if you want to file a complaint,” she added.
    Something told him advertising that his phone was missing wasn’t a good idea. “No. It would have been easier to have my SIM card, but I can call my provider when I buy a new phone. What are you doing tonight?” he asked, changing the subject. The sooner he got into town and contacted his provider, rendering his broken phone useless, the better.
    “Working. The walking tour is tonight.”
    “Sign me up. I’ll see you tonight.”
    “Okay. Sorry about your phone. I’ll talk to Sally.”
    “Don’t bother. It sounds like she’s got a solid reputation and I don’t want Housekeeping holding a grudge against me.”
    London laughed. “It would suck to sleep on dirty sheets.”
    “There’s promise in that comment,” he teased.
    This time London’s laughter sounded more sincere. “Try not to get stuck driving into town,” she scolded.

    “I know who to call if I do.”
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    London didn’t usually watch the clock while at work. She liked her job for the most part. It wasn’t the same thing every day, and with such a large resort there were always issues to handle with the many guests. And this time of year the place was almost full. She hurried down the third floor, staring at the small couch where she and Marc ate sandwiches the night before. If only Marc being part of the tour tonight was the only thought distracting her from work.
    After dropping towels off for one couple, then helping another guest get his laptop online, she tried not thinking about Marc as she headed to the service elevator. It made banging sounds and jerked a few times as she took it to the first floor, but London barely noticed. The contents of the package Meryl had brought to her this morning still had her stomach tied in knots.
    There was no return address. But after she saw the contents she understood why. They were pictures of her mom and dad, but not the type of snapshots most family members sent to each other. London doubted her parents sent these pictures. Each shot was engraved in her brain, and they appeared like a slide show in her mind.
    One picture was of her mother, standing at a counter with a gun poised at a person facing her. She wore a scarf on her head, but London knew it was her mom. The picture looked like it had been taken from a security camera. The next shot, of London’s father,