Throwing on my clothes as quickly as I could, I brushed my teeth and ran my fingers through my hair. Good enough. I ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and flung open the front door, then slammed it behind me, not even bothering to lock it. I jumped in my car and drove to the port, making it with two minutes to spare.
By the time I made it to Sandals, my legs were stiff and my hands were numb from gripping the steering wheel too tightly. After having more than two hours to think about it, I still didn’t know what I was going to say or what I was hoping to find. I knew they weren’t going to hand over any video footage to a fucking nobody kid just because he asked for it. But I had to get some kind of evidence that Kai was lying and had been here with Violet.
I parked my car and walked toward the lobby, not even pausing to take in the views of the ocean. For such a large resort, the lobby wasn’t as big as I thought it would be. My eyes were immediately drawn to the hot girl standing at the front desk. When I saw her, I knew I could do this. She had red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, thick lips, bright green eyes and tits I could bury my face in. I ran my fingers through my hair and sauntered over to her. I leaned my arm on the counter, bending a little closer to the pretty little redhead, and flashed her a bright smile.
“Hi and welcome to Sandals! My name is Sophia, how can I help you today?” she asked, her green eyes sparkling as she looked up at me, pausing on the big purple bruise splashed across my eye. I hoped it made me look mysterious. Girls were always looking at me like they wanted to fuck me. They were like puppets on a string. I didn’t mean to be a dick about it, I just knew the effect I had on women.
“Hi Sophia, I’m Chase. I sure hope you can help me,” I said, turning on the charm. I even lowered my voice to a purr. Chicks loved that shit. “I found a keycard to this hotel, and I’m really hoping there’s a way to look up a name to see if she was the one who used it.” Come on, gorgeous. Give me what I want.
“I’m sorry. I can’t give out any information about our guests. As a romantic hideaway, they count on our, um, discretion,” Sophia said, her smile fading.
I realized that she thought I was trying to figure out if my girlfriend cheated on me. I stood there like an idiot, not saying anything while I debated internally about whether I should tell her the truth or go with a spurned lover story. I don’t know what made me do it, but I heard myself saying the words before my brain had even registered a decision.
“It’s not about a girlfriend,” I said, dropping the Prince Charming facade. I decided just to spit it out, rushing my words as quickly as I could. The truth hurt less if you could surf over it. “My twin sister was murdered, and I found the keycard in with some of her things. I’m just trying to find out as much as I can.” Sophia’s smile dissolved completely, and I saw empathy in her eyes. Maybe it was because she was a stranger, or maybe it was because she wasn’t looking at me with pity, but I kept telling her about Violet. “The keycard was in a pair of her shorts I got back from her boyfriend. He said he has no idea what it was doing there, but it had to be him.”
Sophia looked conflicted. She looked over her shoulder toward a small office like she was looking for a manager. Not seeing anyone in there, she tilted her head closer to mine and lowered her voice to a whisper.
“I really can’t give out any guest information. I could be fired,” she said, her eyes nervously darting around the room. “But I want to help you. If you gave me a name, I could look it up to see if they are in the system.”
“Violet Jones,” I said quickly.
She typed Violet’s name into the computer, and I waited while she searched