My mother’s ring dropped onto the seat.
It rolled into the narrow gap between the cu
shion and the wall, disappearing from view.
“She didn’t even notice,” Jett murmured.
A minute later, the man’s phone lit up. He answered, listened, and went rigid. Whatever he heard drained the color from his face. He turned the screen toward the woman.
“They weren’t running from the check.”
Her hand flew to her mouth.
They stood so quickly that the woman knocked her chair sideways. The man seized her coat and purse, and they hurried toward the entrance without looking at the bill.
“They weren’t running from the check.”
I was already moving.
The morning valet was different from the one who had worked the previous night, but Jett found him in the employee lounge.