Sick Money: A Whodunnit Sure to Raise Your Blood Pressure (Gold & Courage Series Book 4) by Karen S. Gordon

Author:Karen S. Gordon [Gordon, Karen S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781733606493
Publisher: Gordon Productions, LLC
Published: 2021-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

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Friday, Late, Embassy Suites, Indianapolis, Indiana

Vance had forgotten he’d set his personal phone to airplane mode and hadn’t heard the text message from Garcia.

It happened again. Police are on the scene.

He checked the time stamp. The message was more than an hour old.

After they’d checked into the hotel, he’d showered, watched a little TV, then lain down for a few minutes, and those few minutes had turned into more than an hour. He got out of bed to take a leak. The cell Grant had given him was on the counter, next to the sink. He flushed, picked up the phone, rolled it inside two bath towels, and set it in the dry tub, turned the exhaust fan on, then started the water in the sink.

It might’ve been overkill, but he wanted privacy: He suspected the FBI had spy tools that did all sorts of electronic tricks, like enhancing audio. If he turned the phone off and removed the SIM card or battery, Grant would know. He closed the bathroom door, sat on the edge of the bed, and called Garcia back on his personal phone. It went directly to voicemail; he ended the call without leaving a message. He checked the time: 10 o’clock. He put his ear on the adjoining door and heard the television playing in Lauren’s room.

It happened again. That had to mean the doctor had lost another patient. But how? Garcia had finished in the clinic, and hadn’t sent the message until after nine o’clock. He pressed redial, and it went straight to voicemail again. Garcia’s phone was off but at least he’d see the two missed calls.

The room was chilly but he looked forward to sleeping in the cold. He tightened the bath towel around his waist, folded down the linens, punched the bed pillows, rearranged them, then climbed in bed, sat upright, and leaned against the loose headboard. Using his personal phone, he googled nearby clothing stores. He’d been wearing the same ones since yesterday, thinking what a lot of good that did, sacrificing his suitcase to evade Grant. There was a Ross Dress for Less store a couple of blocks from the hotel that closed at nine and opened at ten in the morning.

He climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Waiting for the water to warm up, he pulled the sink handle to stop the water and squeezed what was left from a small bottle of shampoo. He dropped his underwear into the sudsy water, kneaded them with both hands, glancing up at the image of himself in the mirror.

When did he last eat? He couldn’t remember. He rinsed his underwear with cool water, then wrung them out tightly, and slung them over the curtain rod.

He knelt and fished the FBI phone swaddled in the bath towels from the empty tub. Maybe he’d put it on the nightstand next to his personal one. If he snored tonight, it would give anyone spying on him something to listen to. Nah. He buried it in the towels, put it back in the bathtub, and closed the door.

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