That was exactly what Sarah Jane had in mind. Phil couldn’t stop blubbering on as they rode the elevator to her room. She patted his hand absentmindedly while her mind whirled into action. Plan. She needed a plan. That bitch had convinced Phil to talk. He hadn’t spilled everything, but enough that Sarah Jane had to accelerate things. They got off on the twentieth floor, Phil still apologizing. Once inside her room, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Shut up and let me think.” He dropped into a desk chair and silenced his constant chatter. The subtle approach hadn’t worked last night. She wouldn’t go that route again. The hired thugs, Stoliz and Daniels, could still be useful, however. “Do you know where she’s staying?” “She’s at the Bellagio.” “With the sheriff?” “I don’t think so.” Sarah Jane thought back to the way Hank had watched Beth this morning. Would he let her stay by herself after last night? Doubtful. “Where is the sheriff staying?”
