Chapter 66

Alexander

Leo squinted at the footage. “Could be anyone. Friend, maybe?”

Rick snorted. “Friend? Please. I’ve worked security in Vegas long enough to know what’s what. That’s your classic one-night special right there.” He clicked through different camera angles. “You rich folks come here thinking you’re being discrete, but trust me—we see everything. The walk of shame is practically a morning ritual around here. Though usually they’re gone before sunrise, not...” He checked the timestamp again. “Seven-fifteen.”

“Fascinating documentary on Vegas dating habits, Rick.” I straightened up, my mind already piecing together a different puzzle. “But I think we’re barking up the wrong tree here.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “You getting that feeling too?”

“Come on.” I headed for the door, Leo following close behind. Once we were clear of the security room, I stopped. “Maybe we’re looking at this all wrong.”

“What do you mean?” Leo’s brow furrowed.