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particular room.”
    “Yes, sir,” the man said, picking up a trash can and dumping the coffee cups inside. “Of course, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
    “Calm down.” Jace waved his hands at the monitors. “Go on your lunch break. Miss Simmons and I need to view some of the security footage.”
    The man gave a nod before glancing at the screens. “Do you know how to use it?”
    Jace gave the man such a stare that he had to clear his throat and rush into the hallway without another word. Rolling his eyes, Jace settled into the chair and punched a few keys on the computer. The monitor feed paused, and Carrie watched as Jace got to work. She had no idea he knew how to operate this kind of thing. Jace was a manager, an organizer. He didn’t do the dirty work himself.
    “You seem right at home with this stuff,” she said, dropping into the seat beside him. The monitor footage clicked off before a new set of paused images flickered onto the screens.
    “This isn’t the first time I’ve looked at my security tapes, Carrie,” Jace said.
    His tone sounded ominous. Or maybe she was just imagining it. But why would Jace need to look at his security footage? It didn’t seem like the kind of thing a real estate owner would need to get involved with, and she hadn’t been aware of any incidents ever happening inside his hotels before.
    “Why? To check up on these secretive people and what they’re up to in your hotel?” she asked, half-joking.
    Jace gave her a cool look before turning back to the computer. Her heart thumped. She hadn’t really been serious, but the look on his face was clear. Don’t ask questions. What was he hiding from her?
    He tapped a few more keys while Carrie watched silently and tried to decide what to ask. And even if she should ask anything at all. If he was hiding something serious, she needed to know, least of all because it could come up in the investigation.
    “This is the footage from the night of the murder.” Jace tapped the nearest screen. “I’m going to start playing the tapes from ten-thirty, which was around the time I left to go to the bar.”
    To find some willing stranger to hook up with , Carrie couldn’t help but thinking.
    But before her thoughts went too far in that direction, Jace began to play the videos. All of the monitor screens lit up with footage from that night, all synced to play just as it had happened. Two cameras were focused on the lobby, one inside each elevator, and one on each floor’s main hallway.
    Carrie settled back into the chair and fought back a yawn. This was going to take awhile if they were going to watch the entire night from beginning until end—when the cops arrived on the scene several hours later.
    But just as she relaxed, something strange caught her eye in the video that zeroed in on the lobby doors. She leaned forward in her seat, her breath caught in her throat. There’s no way what she was seeing was right. There was Anders Holland, walking right through the front revolving doors of The Grand Rizzato, completely and one hundred percent alive. Someone strode into the hotel beside him. Black suit, dark hair, face obstructed from view. That man looked familiar.
    He looked just like Jace.

“Jace Holt,” Carrie’s voice was high-pitched and sharp. Angry. Her eyes flashed as she turned on him, stabbing her finger on the video screen that showed footage from the hotel lobby. “You told me you went to a goddamn bar. You’re right there with Anders Holland. You better tell me the truth right now. What happened that night?”
    Frowning, Jace glanced at the screen. Sure enough, there was Anders Holland, striding through the glittering lobby with a man who very clearly looked like himself. He leaned forward and squinted, shaking his head. The man was careful to keep his face hidden from view, so only his dark hair and muscular back were visible to the cameras.
    “That’s not me, Carrie. You can’t see the man’s face, and I would never wear