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get Val on board.”
    “Will she be?”
    I shrugged. “She’s my sister. We look out for one another.”
    “Let me drive you to the hospital.”
    Nodding, I reached for my purse and pulled out my phone: two missed calls from Travis. It figured. If it weren’t Stewart, it was his informant: his eyes and ears. Oh, well. I would deal with it in the morning. There was nothing I could do now.
    As we walked toward Brody’s car, I asked, “How did you come up with that alibi so fast?”
    “Why, Mrs. Harrington, I’m your attorney. It’s my job.”

 
     
     
    “MISS CONWAY?”
    Travis, the man who’d come to get me, had moved without my realizing it, walking toward an elevator. Hurriedly, I stepped to catch up to him, reaching him just as the doors opened. The control panel held only one button: PH, which I assumed meant penthouse. A million questions swirled through my mind, but from my limited experience, I didn’t believe that this driver would be the one with the answers.
    Since I’d agreed to attend this meeting that my parents had arranged, I’d been given no more information. All I’d received was the outfit to wear with a note telling me that my presence was imperative for all of our futures.
    Attempting to hide my uneasiness, I did my best to appear calm and stay quiet in the small, uncomfortable space as the elevator ascended toward our destination. When the doors opened, the most stunning view and exquisitely decorated living room was before me. The tall windows illuminated the room, overpowering the light-colored furnishings with the intense blue of the sky and sea.
    “Thank you, Travis, I’ll take Miss Conway from here.”
    I turned toward the woman’s voice. About my mother’s age with short blonde hair and soft blue eyes, she didn’t give me the same uncomfortable feeling I felt from Travis. Before I could speak, she reached for my hand. “Welcome, Miss Conway. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lisa. If I can be of any assistance, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
    “I’m sorry, Lisa, where am I? Whom am I supposed to meet?”
    Her eyes opened wide. “Miss Conway, you’re here to see Mr. Harrington. We’re in his Miami penthouse. Surely you recognize the city through the windows.”
    My heartbeat approached a normal cadence with her honesty, and I glanced again toward the windows. “Yes, I recognize the city. I just didn’t know where in the city I’d been brought.”
    Her expression softened as she asked, “Would you like to freshen up before seeing Mr. Harrington? If not, he is ready to see you.”
    Lowering my voice, I asked, “Lisa, who is Mr. Harrington, and why does he want to see me?”
    Concern danced across her expression. “Miss Conway, I’m not sure why you haven’t been informed. Perhaps it would be better for Mr. Harrington to explain.” She squeezed my hand. “After you speak with him, I’ll gladly help clarify anything I can for you.”
    Uncertainty and apprehension twisted in my empty stomach. I was suddenly happy that I hadn’t eaten. Swallowing the growing lump in my throat, I squared my shoulders, and replied, “I believe I’m ready to see Mr. Harrington.”
    “You look lovely, dear. Let me show you to his office.”
    I followed as Lisa led me through the large white living room. Lush green plants and accents in the hue of blue complemented the tile floor and white leather furniture. With the color of the ocean outside of the windows, it all flowed together beautifully. The tile changed in shape as we approached a long hallway. I couldn’t help but wonder how big the penthouse was; however, before I could give it much thought, Lisa paused. Looking me in the eye, she whispered, “Harrington Spas and Suites, International. Perhaps you weren’t to know that yet, but I believe it would be beneficial for you to know whom you’re dealing with.”
    Before I could respond, she turned away and knocked on the door. My mind was a blur. Of course I’d heard of