Page 36 of Dead Girl Running

“What?” Incredulous, Kellen leaned closer to the monitor. “No.” He lived here in one of the top-story penthouses. She’d spoken to him this morning, seen him head out with his golf clubs into wretched weather, watched him greet fans with dignity and kindness. She had never imagined he would dress up like a ninja and skulk around.

“Maybe he’s dreaming of his glory days when he played James Bond.” Axel laughed, then changed his mind and coughed.

“Does he ever do anything that’s a problem?”

“No. That is, Mr. Gilfilen says to let him alone, and he got that word from Mrs. Di Luca.”

So Annie knew. “What is it we’re ignoring?”

Axel pulled his belt up over his belly. “He breaks into storage rooms and sometimes he takes stuff.”

“Like shower caps and shoe shine kits?” She was incredulous again.

“Can’t ever have too many shower caps.” Axel laughed again.

She did not like this man. Her gaze slid to the old-fashioned big black bank vault, the one they used to store the guests’ valuables and the resort’s records. Mr. Gilfilen had assured her the locking mechanism was new, only selected staff could access it and he had made her one of the privileged few. She hoped that was true; she would hesitate to trust Axel with anyone’s cash or jewels. “Who do we have on the floor?”

“McGladrey.” Axel brought one monitor into sharp focus on a man in a dark suit standing in the gift shop staring at a display of candy bars. “He’s a good guy, one of our best security men. He’s as faithful as an old dog.”

As they watched, McGladrey slid a Twix into his jacket and made a run for it.

“Faithful, but not honest,” she said.

Axel broke a sweat.

She studied the monitors, watched a smiling Sheri Jean mingle with the guests, saw the miles of empty corridors and the outdoor entrances.

“This guy’s interesting.” Axel pointed at Nils Brooks. “He came in from his cottage, looked around the lobby, then wandered the halls taking notes.”

“He’s a writer.” She felt as if she was making excuses for him. “But even for a writer, that’s odd behavior.”

As if he had heard her, Nils Brooks turned and looked up at the security camera. She studied him, added to and corrected his profile:

NILS BROOKS:

MALE, 30S, 6’, 180 LBS., BROWN HAIR (BLOND ROOTS?), BROWN EYES (COMPELLING), LONG LASHES, MILITARY HAIRCUT. NARROW JAW. DARK-RIMMED GLASSES.CUTE.HANDSOME.NERDY.CONFIDENT. CLOTHING: EXPENSIVE, WELL-WORN.

Somehow, he didn’t add up. Had she misread him on first sight? If so, how? She didn’t miss clues. Watching him now, unobserved, he seemed more the commanding personality she’d first spoken to on the phone. In her experience, contradictions in personality meant trouble. Was he hiding something? Or was she overreacting to today’s discovery?

Axel was clearly delighted to have redirected her attention. “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Yes, please do.” She looked Axel up and down. “Finding a body has made me aware that everyone currently at the resort, both guests and employees, could be victims—and could be killers.”

He frowned. “Hey, look, I’m sorry you found a body, but it’s not like someone got murdered.”

“It was a murder.”

“Oh shit.” His face got red and he perspired more profusely. “At least it wasn’t somebody from around here.”

Sarcastically, she said, “That does make everything better.” She thought that he was in a prime position to be the killer. But the problem with having such a gruesome crime laid on her doorstep was—everybody looked like a villain. “Mr. Gilfilen set everything up before he left, so he told me. I’ll occasionally drop by, but call me if you see anything suspicious.”

“Right.” Axel pulled a tissue out of a box and blotted his face, then blew his nose. With sweaty sincerity, he said, “I’ll watch, Miss Adams. We don’t want anything like murder happening again.”

At least he understood that.

She made it to Annie’s office without interruption—that was one advantage to being at an almost empty resort—up two flights of stairs to a wide set of double doors. A square glass-covered table with a well-constructed model of the resort and its grounds dominated the center of the spacious room. Annie’s desk faced the door. Kellen’s desk faced the window. A small, comfortable seating area with a gas fireplace and bookshelves hugged one corner. A dusty CB radio, kept for emergencies, hid in a cabinet with paper clips and typewriter ribbons.

Kellen used the house phone to make the call.

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