Chapter 45

The tablet was part of the hotel system, so you could just tap into the staff directory from the homepage and see each employee's info. That's how Elliot found Hannah's ID number. He tossed the tablet onto the table, slouched into the chair, and said lazily, "So this Hannah, she got so spooked she's been crashing at the hotel for over twenty days now?" Charisse opened her mouth but ended up swallowing all her excuses. No point saying anything—he'd already figured it out. You really couldn't blame anyone else. Elliot just knew her too damn well. They'd grown up together, spent all their time side by side. Whatever she thought of, he could guess it too. She was just wondering why he hadn't brought it all up to Vincent yet. The suite was dead quiet. She could actually hear her own heartbeat. All of a sudden, Elliot spoke. "What, ran out of lies?" Charisse was speechless. What did he want her to do, keep lying just so he could call her out again and laugh at her? She pulled off a faint, fa