Abby’s POV
“Don’t you think it’s a little conspicuous showing up at the hotel in a limousine?” I snort, turning to look at Ben as we make our way out of McCarran airport.
He smirks slightly in return as he tosses the hold-all over his shoulder.
“Detective… they are a dime a dozen here. Believe me.”
“Ahhh.” I reply, pausing as my eyes scan the scene in front of us where at least three limousines are leaving the pick-up point. “Well, I still don’t think it’s necessary.”
“Tell that to Art.” Ben grins, nodding his head towards him in amusement.
“Hey!! I like my space okay!” he retorts defensively.
“Yeah… sure. That’s it.” Trey interjects, rolling his eyes.
I frown questioningly.
“It’s a well-known fact that Art enjoys the “finer” things in life, as he calls them.” Ben answers.
