Chip’s phone rang again and he ignored it, instead getting a glass of water for Marty. “What’s your plan, kid? If everything you told me was true, then what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know.” He accepted the glass. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve been running for my life.”

Chip studied him. If he really were a Chinese spy, Chip thought they would’ve saved him by now, whisking him away to a lab in the mountains to reproduce this technology for their own use.

His phone dinged – a voicemail. He let out a sigh. “Hang on a second.”

Chip hit play, holding the phone to his ear. It was Gigi again. “This is so crazy,” her voice mused, letting out a giggle. “Ken got arrested because he wouldn’t listen, and you’ll never guess – Lucy got arrested too! All this time I thought that it was Claire, but it must’ve been Lucy. The guests are freaked out, though, so tell me what you want me to do. I told them it was a gas leak, but they’re not buying it.”

Chip shut his eyes.

“What happened?” asked Marty.

“Lucy’s been arrested.”

The color drained from Marty’s face. “This is all my fault.”

“It does seem that way.” Chip said, offering a weak smile.

Marty finished the water and stood. “All right. I’m going to turn myself in and see if I can get Lucy released. I don’t have any other options.”

Chip had just had an idea. “Hang on. I’ve got...a plan.”

Chapter Twenty-six

The world unraveled in a matter of seconds, and Claire didn’t even see it coming. She was at the front desk talking to Gigi about a guest complaint when Agent McCoy strolled over.

“I’m really enjoying my stay here,” he said with a smile.

Claire smiled back. “That’s nice to hear.”

“I was surprised the judge issued a warrant as fast as he did,” he said, helping himself to a mint. “Made me glad that I stayed on site.”

Claire didn’t know how to respond to that. “I’m sorry?”

He pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket. “This is a search warrant for room 106.”

Oh no. So they’d finally gotten something – enough for a warrant. She stared at it, unable to absorb any of the words on the page.

“I’m going to hang out here with you, if you don’t mind. I wouldn’t want you to do anything silly, like trying to warn her.”

Claire narrowed her eyes. “Her?”

“Okay Miss Cooke,” he said, taking the warrant back. “That’s enough pretending.”

A second later, federal agents poured into the lobby. They moved wordlessly, rushing past the front desk and down the hall toward room 106.