Chapter 880

 880:
Once he was sure Zander was fast asleep, he stepped out quietly and closed the door behind him.
In the lounge, Dustin was waiting in a single chair. The moment Collin joined him on the sofa, Dustin leaned in. “What exactly is going on with Linsey?”
Collin gave a quick summary of the situation.
“I knew it. She actually had two kids in secret,” Dustin muttered, stunned. He paused, brow furrowed. “But why did she take off so suddenly? There’s no way she just left her son behind.”
Right then, one of Collin’s men walked in holding a report. He greeted them respectfully.
Dustin jumped in. “Was the room under Linsey’s name?”
Collin looked over at him.
The man lowered his gaze and spoke. “No, sir. The original reservation was made by Gorman. But all the follow-up bookings and the final checkout were handled by someone named Caylee Garrett.”
He handed them a printed image—a snapshot from Caylee’s profile online. “This is Ms. Garrett. She arrived in Grester recently with Ms. Brooks. She’s not from around here.”
Collin took one look and instantly recognized her. She was the same woman who posed as Aurora at the design contest.
Dustin stared at the photo, his eyes widening in shock. “That’s her! Both times I ran into the boy, she was the one looking after him. I figured she was the mom.”
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Collin paused to think. “Which means Caylee vanished with Linsey and the other child—Zenia.”
He then asked, “Any idea where they went?”
The man’s expression tightened. “This part’s odd. We only found footage of Ms. Brooks walking out alone that morning. No sign of her, Caylee, or the girl leaving together. Whoever planned this made sure it couldn’t be tracked. We’re still digging to find out where she went after that.”
Dustin shook his head. “Something’s not right. This runs deeper.”
Collin’s eyes darkened. He turned sharply to Dustin. “Call Dolores. Right now.”
Dustin looked stunned. “You’re thinking of grilling her about Linsey’s location?”
He hesitated, then said firmly, “You know how close those two are. No amount of pressure will make her talk. And I won’t let you treat her unfairly.”
A crease formed between Collin’s brows the moment he heard that. His voice dropped, slow and deliberate. “If Dolores really knew where Linsey went, I’d feel better. But right now? I don’t think even she knows.”
While he spoke, Collin’s eyes settled on Dustin, the weight in his gaze unmistakable. “I’m starting to believe Linsey didn’t leave by choice.”
A cold unease crawled down Dustin’s spine. It didn’t take much to connect the dots. There was no way Linsey could have erased the hotel’s surveillance footage on her own—not without clearance or help.
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