Page 3 of Wild Fever

He noticed the camera, smiled, and waved.

I repeated my question to the distracted man.

Doug frowned and shook his head. "I came inside, my head hit the pillow, and I was out.”

"Do you think you could give a description to a sketch artist?”

He smiled. "Sure thing. Sounds like fun.”

I gave him a card, took his information, and said, “Someone from the department will call you.”

We shook hands, and I thanked him again.

Paris fired off a question as soon as we stepped from Doug’s door.

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“Is it true Yan Zheng is dead?” Paris asked.

I glared at her. “I can’t discuss ongoing investigations.”

She knew better but asked anyway, “Do you suspect foul play?”

The ambitious blonde reporter was persistent. Nobody could ever say otherwise.

JD and I stepped out of frame and declined to answer any more questions.

We hustled down the path toward the lobby, made our way around the crystal pool, taking in the sight of teeny bikinis and sun-drenched skin. This was paradise, alright.

JD and I hurried inside and made our way to the front desk, bypassing the line of tourists. I flashed my badge. "What can you tell me about the gentleman in the Pineapple Cabana?”

The cute clerk tapped the keys with her long manicured fingernails. She studied the screen, then looked up at mewith those adorable blue eyes. "Mr. Yan checked in yesterday afternoon.”

"Did he have any guests?”

She studied the screen. "Not to my knowledge.”

"Any phone calls to or from the room?”

After another glance at the screen, she said. “No. Not on the landline.”

"Do you know who checked him in yesterday?”

"I did.”

"Did he make any chit chat?”

The blonde shook her head.

I dug into my pocket and handed her a card. "Get in touch if you remember any more details."

She smiled, and the smile held possibilities. "I will.”

I thanked her, and we jogged to the bar. Time was running out before the place was crawling with feds.

The bar had a decent crowd at this hour. Chill and casual. Not loud and overcrowded.

Jack and I ambled up to the bar and leaned against the counter. I flashed my badge and got the bartender's attention. He was a tall guy with short, wavy dark hair and a muscular physique. His gold name tag read:Evan. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"