start with your name, shall we?â
âSanjââ
âI mean it. Tell me now,â he said sternly.
âMy name is Sasha,â she said, meeting his eyes, her chin held firmly in place. She could do this, become the woman who would make Paul and Maeve proud.
âWhy did you lie?â
âI told you Iâm hiding from a very dangerous man.â
âWhat does that have to do with me?â
âI had no idea who you were. It has nothing to do with you, exceptââ
âExcept what?â
âExcept Iâve learned over the years the less you know the more protected you are. I thought if you didnât know my name, youâd be in less danger, if he caught up with me and by some chance, you.â
He appeared to mull that over, then lifted one eyebrow. âSo now?â
âI am a recovering coke addict, Sanj. Iâm working on things like honesty. There was a man in my life a few years ago who changed everything for me. He made me want to be a better person. But after youâve lived your life so long one way, itâs difficult to change. So itâs very easy for me to lie, Iâm afraid.â
He sat back in his chair and took another sip of coffee. âSasha,â he said. He cocked his head. âDonât get me wrong. I donât trust you, but your skills at lying could come in very handy for me. I might need you to help me.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs my friend. I think sheâs in trouble. Her husband definitely is. Heâs in prison,â he told her. âIâm waiting on word as to when I can see him. Maybe he knows where his wife is.â
âSheâs missing?â And are you talking about Maeve?
He nodded.
âWe were supposed to be vacationing together, here. Something has gone horribly wrong,â he said.
âBut how can I help?â
âA beautiful woman whoâs skilled at lying and, um, manipulating might be useful,â he said, taking her in with his eyes.
âIâm not sure Iâm worth the risk, Sanj, and Iâm not sure about the beautiful part, anymore.â She pointed to her scar.
âIâll tell you what,â he said. âYou let me be the judge of that. In the meantime, you can stay here. You are safe here.â
âThank you,â she said, a wave of relief washing over her.
âNow, I have an assignment for you. I need to get Jacksonâs cameras. Iâm betting they are in the hotel safe. I asked about it earlier. There is a safe in his name. Do you think we can get into the safe? I mean, you certainly can think of something, right?â
âHow much cash do you have, Sanj?â she asked, knowing how susceptible hotel workers were to bribery.
He placed a one-thousand-dollar bill in her hand. She was happy Ecuador used American dollars because Sanj was flush with them.
âThis will be easy,â she said, taking the money and leaving the room.
First stop, the desk clerk to ask for change. Five hundred dollars ought to do it. She certainly didnât need to use the whole amount. The desk clerk nodded and smiled at her as he handed her the change. They made eye contact. This might be the best time. Could she be so lucky to be presented with the opportunity so quickly?
âIâm told you have my friend Jacksonâs safe,â she said.
âJackson?â
âJackson Dodds.â
âYes, yes,â he said, as his eyes fell to her breasts, then back up to her face.
She held the five-hundred-dollar bill between her fingers and gave it a slight wave.
If the man were a dog, his ears would have pricked up and his tail would have wagged.
Chapter 7
T hree cameras and one was a digital.
But Sanj knew there had to be more. When Jackson traveled, he lugged a ton of equipment with him and it took him forever to get through customs.
âWe need to figure out how to get in his room,â Sanj told Sasha as he
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