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another
conversation was going on with a third party. They were keeping someone
informed of the goings-on in the lobby while they received the latest
information on airport arrivals.
                One of the guys had
noticed Fewell , was watching his movements at the
ATM. If Fewell didn’t get moving soon, he was going
to give himself away. How long did it take to make a transaction?
                Fewell had been a public figure plenty long enough to be better at this.
                One of the spotters
moved through the crowd, weaving his way in the direction of the ATM station.
                Molly bolted into
action. She skirted around the throng of guests, making it to Fewell’s position with scarcely a second to spare.
                “Baby!” She threw her arms around him when he turned to her in surprise. “I thought you
were never coming down. You ready to go?” She guided him away from the ATM,
keeping an arm curled around his shoulders.
                He didn’t resist as she
ushered him out the main entrance into the bitter cold.
                “What the blazes was
that all about?” he asked as they cleared those gathered at the valet parking
stand.
                “A spotter almost made
you.”
                He stared at her. Molly
wished she could see his eyes behind those dark glasses, determine if he was annoyed, relieved or suspicious.
                His jaw tightened. “How
would you know about spotters?”
                Well, that answered her
question. “I run checks on people,” she reminded him as she glanced beyond his
broad shoulders. “We should get out of here if you don’t want to draw
attention.”
                “My SUV’s in valet
parking.”
                “You hang around here
and you’ll be made for sure.” She tugged him away from the line gathered at the
valet desk. Before he could decide whether he was going to believe her or not,
she leaned in close and said, “Come on. I’m parked in the garage. I can get us
out of here.”
                He hesitated.
                She didn’t give up,
tugging a little more firmly. “Besides, I know a great place off the beaten
path that serves a terrific breakfast.”
                He relented.
                Molly hadn’t used the
valet parking for precisely this reason. She had to be prepared to go on a
moment’s notice and waiting in a line for her car to be delivered to her was
not conducive to that kind of exodus. Using the valet parking would be routine
for guys like Fewell . He could learn a few things
from her.
                When they’d settled
into the SUV and she’d started the engine, he broke his silence. “What does
running security checks on people have to do with picking a spotter out of a
crowd?”
                He was still
suspicious. “Okay, the truth is—” she backed out of the parking slot and headed
for the exit “—I don’t just work from an office. I interview neighbors. Lots of
legwork, following up on the answers people provide on their résumés and
applications. Body language is a key element in determining what’s
fact and what’s fiction. You know what I mean?”
                “Maybe.” He didn’t completely buy her story.
                She braked for the
garage exit. “Duck down until we’re out of here.”
                He didn’t argue, since
another clutch of skiers poured out of the lodge’s main front entrance. He
wasn’t about to risk being spotted by the celeb stalkers.
                She let off the brake
and eased down on the accelerator. “You won’t be sorry,” she said, hoping to
make him feel better about having followed her instructions. “Mama Jo’s has the
best coffee for a hundred miles.”
                When they were far
enough