[From the Author: I want to apologize again for the inconvenience. I am deeply sorry.]
Before leaving, she made sure to take the woman's ID and her home address, and warned her not to let Alex out of sight.
Alex stood next to Linda, the security guard Heather had entrusted him to. She was more focused on the soccer match streaming on her phone than on her actual job.
Alex's eyes scanned the crowd. That's when he noticed a girl nearby, maybe twelve or thirteen, wearing a T-shirt printed with a red carpet photo of Miss H.
Curiosity sparked in his eyes. She wasn't far. And Linda was still glued to her phone.
He stepped forward, moving slowly toward the girl.
"Miss H is here," Alex said with certainty in his voice.
He had done his homework. He knew everything he could find about her.
The girl turned toward him, blinking in confusion. "What?" she asked.
"Miss H," Alex repeated, pointing toward the restroom door. "She's in there."
