Page 5 of The Prodigal Prince

“Nothing else to go on?”

From the corner of his eye, Mac could see Silas shake his head.

Mac scanned the area below, trying to find who could be in charge or at least where the incident had begun.

His eyes narrowed as he focused on the pool area. There seemed to be a greater concentration of personnel there.

One side of the pool seemed to be unusually empty while the other seemed overly full.

Whatever happened, it happened there.

Movement caught his eye as a couple of people emerged from underneath a canopy.

Mac straightened. The woman’s body language screamed that something was amiss.

“It’s her.” Without consciously making a decision, he moved away from the railing and started for the door.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Silas called after him.

“You’ve been trying to get me to talk to her for years.” Mac went into his room and quickly found a different shirt and shorts to wear.

“But is this the right time? If there’s something going on, don’t you think it might be better to wait until we know more? Until there’s a more reasonable chance you won’t be a suspect?”

“Suspect of what?”

“Whatever’s going on down there.” Silas didn’t physically stop Mac, but the tone of his voice almost made Mac stop.

Almost.

Instead, he went into the hallway, took the elevator to the ground floor, and headed out the main doors toward the pool. Would they stop him forcibly?

He didn’t think so. Not with how they were trying to keep this quiet.

They’d try to deter him in other ways, but physical force would be a last resort.

Mac almost snorted at the unintentional wordplay.

Instead, he worked his way toward the area he’d seen the woman.

“Excuse me, sir?” A member of resort security moved into Mac’s line of sight.

“Yes?” Mac didn’t stop.

The man moved a bit closer. “This area of the pool is closed for the time being.”

“Why?” He didn’t stop walking, but did his best to appear nonchalant.

“There’s a need for some repairs.” The man managed to get in front of Mac. “You need to stop, sir.”

This time Mac did as he was asked, but he kept scanning the area. “What kind of repairs?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss that, sir.” He moved further into Mac’s path.

For another minute, Mac tried to talk his way around the security team member. It wasn’t working.

Then he saw his chance.

He saw her in the distance.

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