Chip let out a sigh. “They can request a room but not to be next to a particular guest. You know what, I’m still here. I’ll stop by.”

Once he hung up, she asked, “Is everything okay?”

He scratched his head. “Those FBI agents are back, at the front desk. Making requests, apparently. That’s one thing Gigi is good for.”

Claire let out a nervous laugh. “The FBI?”

“No. Denying requests.” He started walking down the hall.

Claire followed. “I’ll come with you.”

They walked in silence until they reached the lobby.

Agent McCoy waved when he saw her. “Miss Cooke. I didn’t expect to see you here so late.”

She flashed a smile. “How are you, gentleman?”

“We’re doing well,” Agent Alvarez said. “Enjoying our time on the island.”

Addie spoke, her voice small. “They asked for a list of all of the guests.”

“Just to make sure we’re not staying next to any criminals,” Agent McCoy said, winking at Claire.

She was getting sick of this guy. He had nothing on her, but he wouldn’t stop poking around, trying to rattle her.

Claire smiled back. “That’s not a service that we offer, unfortunately. You can try one of the other resorts on the island, or perhaps on the mainland?”

He let out a laugh. “No, I think we’ll stay here for a bit. I like the views.”

Claire walked around the front desk and Addie stepped aside. “One room or two?”

McCoy and Alvarez looked at each other, then Agent Alvarez spoke. “Two, please.”

Claire clicked around on the computer, finding what she needed. “We have two side-by-side rooms available.”

“What floor are they on?”

She pretended to look at the screen, though she knew exactly where she was going to put them. “The third floor.”

“I’m afraid of heights,” Agent McCoy said. “What about the second floor?”

She nodded, clicking through again. “We have two rooms across the hall from each other.”

He shook his head. “Actually, first floor might be best.”

“All booked up, I’m afraid,” she said, stare unbroken. “Second floor, then?”

He pulled out his wallet and slid a credit card across the desk. “Please.”

She managed to complete the booking without any help. It was her first time doing it start to finish, but her pride was overshadowed by the gravity of the situation.

Once she handed them their room keys, they walked off and got onto the elevator.

“Thanks Addie,” Claire said, flashing a smile. “Let me know if they have any other issues.”

Addie nodded. “Of course!”

For some reason, Claire found it impossible to look Chip in the eye. She started walking down the hall, calling out, “Sorry, I’d better get back.”

“Actually,” Chip said, gently catching her on the shoulder. “Can I talk to you in my office for a minute?”

Butterflies again. Maybe she could tell him. Maybe he already knew?

“Sure,” she said weakly.