toward him, and Lily knew he’d become the leader of the group.
“What?” Tom Wright snapped. The way he’d first strolled into the bar, he’d projected calm composure. Now his confidence appeared to be shredding around the edges.
“We need to deal with something else that happened,” Mack said.
“Oh great,” George Roper muttered. “Now what?”
“When we first arrived, Lily was attacked in the lobby by a man,” Mack answered
As she expected, fear flickered around the room.
“What man?” Paula Rendell asked. “Where did he come from?”
“He said his name was Jay Douglas. I assume he was one of us.”
“Was he wearing a running suit like we woke up in—or something else?”
“Running suit,” Mack said.
“What else can you tell us?” Ben Todd asked.
“The only thing we know is that he was . . . out of control.”
“He wasn’t a hotel staffer?” Paula asked.
“No. He sounded like an American. Maybe from the Midwest.”
“And you don’t know why he attacked? I mean—you didn’t do anything to him?” she pressed.
“He seemed to be . . . disturbed,” Lily answered, wishing she could tell them that she was almost certain he wasn’t coming back. But then she’d have to explain why she thought so. “Mack subdued him, and tied him up,” she added. “Right before we met up with you, but when we went to check on him just now, he was gone.”
“Gone where?” Ben Todd, the lawyer, demanded.
Mack shrugged. “I hate to keep saying we don’t know. But it’s true. My best advice is to keep an eye out for him—just in case he pops up again.”
“Aren’t we okay if we stick together?” Chris Morgan, the skier, asked.
“We can’t just huddle in here,” Mack snapped. “We need to find out more about this place.”
“You mean go exploring, so we can get attacked?” Paula challenged.
“Or what if one of us disappears?” Jenny murmured.
“I don’t think that will happen,” Lily said.
“Why not?” Roper asked.
Mack tipped his head toward her. “Yeah, why not?”
Trapped, she shrugged. “Maybe I hope not,” she said lamely.
“We’ll keep using the buddy system,” Mack answered.
“Fat lot of good that will do if there’s another maniac—or the same one—lurking out there,” Chris Morgan muttered.
“Or if someone’s gonna disappear,” Todd snapped.
Lily kept herself from offering anymore reassurances on that point.
Mack continued, “Every woman gets paired with a man.”
“I’ll go with you,” Lily heard herself say. She’d been thinking that she and Mack shouldn’t stay together, but she’d said just the opposite.
You can’t get involved with Mack Bradley, she told herself. It will only end badly. Her heart squeezed. She had to distance herself from him. But that seemed beyond her current ability. Not when she was in the worst trouble she’d ever been in in her life.
The others paired up. Paula was with Roper again, like they’d been when she and Mack first encountered them.
Tom Wright, the car salesman, insisted on going alone which meant that Ben Todd, Chris Morgan and Jenny Seville made up the final team.
“You have any suggestions for how to divide up the territory?” Mack asked Paula.
“I remember the pool and tennis courts are out back and to the left,” Paula said. “The spa’s in the other direction. There should be a map of the hotel property.”
“Where?”
She shrugged. “At the front desk?”
“What else do you remember?” Mack asked.
“The restaurants are mostly on this floor. And, of course, there are shops with expensive jewelry and saris you can take home.”
“If we ever get home,” Wright muttered.
“We’ll look on the bright side,” Chris Morgan answered.
They all chose a general direction.
Wright said he’d go upstairs and take the west wing. The Chris Morgan, Ben Todd and Jenny Seville team took the east wing.
Roper and Rendell would stay on the ground floor in the main part of the