“Dan, please, it’s Claire.”
He flashed a smile.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I think someone is looking for you.”
“Oh?”
He dropped his voice. “They said they were FBI agents.”
Claire laughed, but his expression didn’t change. “I’m sorry. Are you serious?”
He nodded his head. “They asked for you at the front desk, but now they’re running around the hotel. I think some of the guests are upset.”
Claire stood up. “Wow, okay.” She looked down at Chip. “Some of the staff has been pulling jokes on me. All in good fun, you know, but at first I assumed…” She flashed a smile and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, Chip. I’d better go and see what this is about. Maybe we can –”
Chip nodded. “I’ll be in my office when you’re done.”
Claire offered him a strained smile. “Thanks.”