Sean reached into his pocket and looked down at the vibrating phone—it was Geoffrey. Raising a hand to silence the lawyer who was talking, he pressed the phone to his ear.

"What is it?" he asked, a dreadful feeling knotting in his stomach.

"Something is going on at the hotel," Geoffrey said. "A waitress was about to spill boiling fondue all over Mrs. Blair. I got in the way and stopped her, but then we were separated. I think it was all meant as a distraction. Someone is trying to hurt her."

His blood ran cold, and he ended the call, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"That's all...