Page 13 of Dark Passion

Chapter 9

Daniel

When we pulled intoCaesars and parked, I sat for a few minutes wondering what the fuck was I doing here running after looking for someone who didn’t want to be found. Then Mason said, “Are you going to sit here, or are we going inside. I need a rest.” He did need a rest and then some.

I got two rooms that were adjoining, because I didn’t want to have to explain Mason to Cole when I had enough clearing up to do already. As we strode to the elevators and stepped in, I spotted someone that could be Charlie walking into the hallway and then the door closed, and I shook my head. “What?” Mason asked.

“I thought I saw Charles St. John. No way he’d be on the same floor. That dude’s got money.”

“Did you even question the room price, because looking at this floor, you have two large suites. That’s okay for me, because I haven’t been in luxury since my Master kicked me out. But I’m worried about you. Can you afford this?”

“It’s too late now.” I opened the room and was blown away. “You know Max is going to pay for this. I’m giving him the bill for everything, including you driving me around and your time. This has cost me more than I wanted to pay.” I meant it was possible to lose Cole when he discovered that I’d spent the night at Julian’s.

I didn’t know how long it would take to find Charlie, and I had to give Mason a rest, especially since he’d been up past twenty-four hours, but he did say he was used to working around-the-clock shifts, but I didn’t want to push it. If he had to drive back to Manhattan the next day, he needed to be in better shape than I witnessed. Mason saw the bed and fell across it, clothes, shoes, and all.

After leaving him to go back to my room, I picked up the phone and called the front desk. A young woman answered.

“I wonder if you can tell me what room Charles St. John is in.” I knew the answer, but it didn’t help to try.

“We’re not supposed to give out that kind of information.”

What else is new?“What can you tell me then? Is he at this hotel?” I tried asking her with my quiet voice.

“Yes. He’s here with a companion. The dude looks like he could be his father.”

Yeah, his father. If she’s that naïve then maybe she will tell me more.“I think he’s the father. That’s who I’m looking for, Charlie St. John’s father. Mr. St. John. Does he have salt and pepper hair?”

“I think so. I’m not sure, because I was looking at Charlie.”

“Do you know what Charlie St. John looks like.”

“Heck, yeah. I’ve been in love with him since he first starred in that family movie, the one where they went into outer space. I can’t remember the name of it, because I was a girl then, and his latest movies were those action movies—”

I had to stop her, because she wanted to go on and on about Charlie, and I was wasting time when I could be tracking him down in the casino if that’s where he was headed.

“There’s this guy who looks like him, and everyone gets him confused with the real Charlie St. John. That guy you saw wasn’t the real Charlie. I’m sorry to tell you. A look-a-like.”

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