We could have called hotel security about that note except that Brien and I were both too spooked by the possibility that a member of security was in on the counterfeit ring. If Owen knew what he was talking about and this began as a way to skim money from the resort, a staff member pretty high up in management had to be involved. More worrisome was the fact that security patrols monitored the grounds of the resort at night. Surely, runners loading a truck at the dock would have been nabbed unless the guard on duty was in on it, too. I felt like I had dodged a bullet when I made the first call to the detective and got his voice mail instead of speaking to him. Now, after finding that note, I wanted to talk to him. Sooner rather than later! “Why do you suppose he doesn’t call us back, Brien?” “It’s Christmas Eve, Kim. Even cops get time off to spend with family. We have to be patient. He might not even check his messages until tomorrow, or the day after. It could be another day before Mitchum picks up the messages we left.
