There was no note.
There was no clue.
There was no text, email, or video chat.
Diarmid had simply walked into their room, according to the video in the hotel, stone-faced and tense and a few minutes later walked right back out, got into the elevator and back into the waiting cab.
It had been two hours now since he’d walked out of the venue. Lita was sitting at a table in the conference room at the hotel alone with Robyn while the rest of the team were getting changed and probably cursing her a hundred ways to Sunday about ruining their weekend.
Robyn was sitting with her feet up on the table, texting on her phone and occasionally grunting. Lita found her annoying yet comforting at the same time. As much of a weirdo as she was, she was consistent.
“Lolita,” Robyn called her name, “for
