Pineapple Turtles: A Funny, Feel-Good Thriller Mystery (Pineapple Port Mysteries Book 10) by Amy Vansant

Author:Amy Vansant [Vansant, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Charlotte took the elevator to the lobby to find Angelina. The concierge desk sat unoccupied. Croix was at her station with her back turned, so Charlotte headed down the hallway to Angelina’s door. She knocked, but no one answered.

Shoot.

She’d hoped to go over her findings.

Turning to head back to the lobby, she nearly plowed into Croix, who’d somehow walked down the hall without Charlotte hearing her and now stood right beside her. The experience felt a little like a haunted house statue that followed people when they weren’t looking.

Charlotte took a step back to catch her balance and focus on the creeper.

“Where’d you come from?” she asked without taking the time to think of a cooler response. Her nervous giggle didn’t help her cool factor one iota.

“Pennsylvania,” said Croix without smiling. “Looking for Angelina?”

Charlotte cleared her throat. “Yes. I have some information for her.”

“She’s not in yet.”

“She doesn’t live here?”

Croix turned and headed back down the hall. “She’ll be in soon.”

Charlotte watched her go.

That wasn’t what I asked.

Charlotte looked at the door again and thought she saw a shadow pass by the peephole on the inside.

“Fine,” she said as if she were calling out to Croix. “I’ll tell her I figured out where Siofra is when she gets back.”

If Angelina was lurking behind the door, she had to have heard her.

She wandered back down the hall and into the continental breakfast room to see if the coffee there tasted any better than the stuff made by her miniature coffee pot back in the room. It was, so she took a cup and a Danish to the lobby and found a seat by the concierge desk. Fifteen minutes later, Angelina appeared at the end of the hall leading to her bedroom with Harley tucked under her arm.

“I knew you were in there,” said Charlotte.

Angelina blinked at her, bleary-eyed. “It’s a little early for me.”

Harley squiggled, her eyes locked on Charlotte, begging for attention. Charlotte scratched her beneath her ear. “But you wanted to know what I figured out about Siofra?”

Angelina shook her head. “Not until I’ve had some coffee.” She shuffled into the breakfast room and then reappeared to take her seat behind the concierge desk.

“Okay. Hit me,” she said.

Charlotte crossed her arms against her chest. “Not until you take me to see my grandfather.”

Ha ha! Who has the power now?

She tried not to look smug.

Angelina tilted back her head and let her mouth hang open. “Come on. I got up early to hear this.”

“So take me to see him and then I’ll tell you.”

“It’s barely eight o’clock.”

“So? You said he’s in a coma. What does he care what time it is?”

“Excellent point.” Angelina lowered her chin again. “He would have appreciated the dark humor of that.”

She stood and headed toward the elevator. Charlotte jumped to her feet to follow.

Angelina pulled a key hanging from a chain from the nest of her bosom and used it to unlock the top floor elevator button. When the lift’s doors opened again, Charlotte found herself facing a hallway with only three doors along the opposite wall.

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