Kate and Dillon were still passed out in the bed next to her, but Sean wasn’t there. He hadn’t come back to the room at all. She picked up her phone and called him. “Hey,” he answered with a yawn. “Where are you?” She tried to whisper so she wouldn’t wake Kate or Dillon. “I fell asleep in the security office. They have a comfy chair here.” “You should have come upstairs.” “I didn’t want to leave my equipment running without me, and I needed the hotel servers.” “Find anything?” Kate moaned and stretched. “Is that Sean?” Lucy nodded. “Whoever is tracking St. Paul did it from Chicago, but they’re not online and I can’t pinpoint the location until they get back online. I have his computer up and running and am waiting for the cyberstalker to ping it.” “Come upstairs and rest.” “I’m fine. I slept a couple hours.” “I’ll bring you food.” “Great. I’m famished.” Lucy hung up. She’d showered the night before because it took too long to dry her hair in the morning, especially a morning that promised to be as busy as this one.
