Honeymoon Hunt

“By taxi. The driver promised to wait, but must’ve driven away as soon as I was inside.”

“That was rather naive of you, wasn’t it?” she asked, feeling superior.

“Not if you knew what I’d paid him.” His voice sounded grim.

“Where are you from?” she asked.

“I’m from Kansas City.” After a pause, he asked, “Does your mother usually hang out in dives?”

Julia snapped her head around to frown sternly at him. “Of course not!”

“Well, it couldn’t have been my father’s idea. How did you find out about the Hotel Luna?”

“She wrote me and…told me she was staying at the Hotel Luna in Dallas.”

“My father wrote me the same thing.”

“So it could be your father who hangs out in dives.”

“No way!”

She gave him a hard stare and almost drove off the road.

He grabbed the wheel. “Pay attention to your driving!”

“Sorry,” she muttered. “Why are you so sure it wasn’t your father?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Were you worried about him meeting my mom?”

“No! I was worried about him shacking up with your mom.”

“How dare you! My mother would not do such a thing!”

“Then what made you come after her?”

Julia didn’t want to answer that question. Instead, she pulled off at the next exit. As soon as she saw a gas station with a phone booth on the corner, she pulled in. “Get out. There’s a phone booth. Make your calls and stay away from me and my mother!”

“Gladly, as long as you and your mother stay away from my father!”

She told herself she was relieved when he opened the door and got out of her car. She didn’t hesitate to drive away. But she watched him in her rearview mirror all the way back to the freeway.

Nick Rampling stared after the woman. She hadn’t seemed like the daughter of a schemer, but women had lied before. Especially to men with money. God knew, he’d tried to protect his father, but it hadn’t been easy.

What was he going to do now?

Pulling himself together, he headed for the phone booth. After tapping in the numbers of his calling card, he waited until he got an answer.

“Hello?” a groggy voice said.

“Mike, it’s Nick. I need your help.”

“Uh, sure, Nick. What can I do?”

“Do you have something to write with?”

“Just a minute.”

In the background, Nick could hear an irritated woman’s voice, sure it was Patti, his vice president’s wife. Mike assured her that nothing was wrong, that it was just Nick calling.

Nick did occasionally interrupt his people’s private lives, but he paid them well for the inconvenience.

“Okay, Nick, I’m ready.”

“My father wasn’t where he said he’d be. I think it was an obvious attempt to delay my finding him. Find out if he’s used his credit cards and where. And get Browning on the job. I want a full report in the morning. I’ll be at the—” He leaned out the telephone booth and then turned back to the phone. “I’ll be at the Motel 6 on Central Expressway in Dallas. Have him call me there.”

“The Motel 6?” Mike asked in astonishment.

“It’s the nearest hotel, and I don’t have any cash to get a taxi.” That afternoon he’d run off after his father in such a rush, he hadn’t stopped for cash. Nor had he thought of it. “I’ll need you to send some money to me. I doubt there’s a cash machine in the lobby.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll take care of everything,” Mike crisply agreed.

Nick suspected his right-hand man found it amusing that his boss was sleeping at an economy motel when he owned a dozen hotels renowned for their elegance. But Nick could manage for one night; he’d spent worse nights elsewhere.

The walk to the motel was short, but it gave him time to think about the young woman who’d just dropped him off. She had more spunk than he’d expected. At first, he’d thought she was an innocent who’d lost her way, till she told the cop her name.

Throughout the ordeal she’d never seemed jolted until he’d criticized her mother. Then she’d dumped him like a bag of trash. Unlike her mother, she must not know how much money he and his father had.

Or maybe she was playing the innocent. He’d been burned a few times by women who looked like one thing but were actually another.

He entered the motel and requested a room for the night.

“All right, sir. How did you want to pay for the room?” the clerk asked.

Nick pulled out his American Express card. “Will this do?”

The clerk relaxed. “Yes, of course. Do you have some ID?”

Nick showed his driver’s license.

The clerk examined it and visually matched the photo with Nick. He handed it back with an apology. “We have to be so careful these days.”

“Yeah,” Nick agreed. Wasn’t that the truth?

Julia tossed and turned all night, until finally morning dawned. She still had no idea where her mother was. If she was safe…and happy. A couple of days ago, Lois Chance had written a brief note telling Julia she wasn’t coming home to Houston as planned because she’d met Abe, who had persuaded her to stop off in Dallas. There was no last name, no other indication who Abe was.

Her mother had gone on a “summer in New York” tour with her best friend, Evelyn. AARP had offered the trip and promised it would be safe. Julia had approved her mother’s decision to go, feeling Lois had spent much too long mourning her husband’s death two years ago.