but inside a passenger’s room. The other security officer, however, looked familiar. “Reed and Josh are my main team. We’ll do what we can, but as you know, we have our hands full with the recent announcement. What’s the situation here?”
Josh seemed to sense her gaze on him and met her look with a nod of acknowledgment. They’d met him in the computer room. Well, a familiar face was a good thing, right?
“Lexie, why don’t you have one of the officers escort you to the lounge?” Shaun’s question sliced through her brooding thoughts. “I’ll meet you there after we get things sorted here.”
Escort her to the lounge, as if she was a child? Not likely. “I can see myself there, thank you very much. But this is my room, so I don’t see why I should leave.”
Parsons cleared his throat, waving his hand in her general direction. “Sorry, miss, but judging by what this gentleman has told me, we’ll need to move you to another room while this one is under investigation.” He turned back to Shaun. “There’s no Royal Canadian Mounted Police on board today, but we’ll close off the room until we reach harbor.”
Lexie shuffled closer to her bags, away from the door. Being pushed out of whatever was going on wouldn’t help her investigation or give her the answers she needed regarding Shaun’s latest suggestion. Human trafficking? It sounded absurd, and yet deep in her heart, she knew that some people were fully capable of evil. Was kidnapping people and forcing them into menial labor truly that far-fetched?
“Won’t moving me to another room cause the same problem? If somebody got in here, they could get into that room, too. I don’t see how that’s any safer.”
Parsons smiled at her as though she’d lost a few brain cells. “It’s a matter of protocol and safety, Miss...”
“Reilly. Lexie Reilly.” She didn’t bother to cross the room and shake his hand. “Forget about the room. I don’t need sleep.” She reached down to pick up her bags, but a hand on her arm stopped her mid-motion. She straightened to find Shaun next to her, a sheepish smile on his face.
“It’s a good idea, Lexie. Humor me on this and take a different, safer room for the night. The person who accessed your room may have hacked into the passenger list and found your room number there. Your new room won’t be on file, so you should be able to get a good night’s rest.”
Lexie scolded her heart, which threatened to melt at his sincerity. She matched his gaze and held it for a few seconds before realizing that he did, in fact, make a good point about the passenger list. “Fine. But I still want an explanation for how you know all that stuff you told me...understand?”
He nodded and took a step back, easing the growing tension in the air between them. “I’ll tell you as much as I can, and that’s a promise. But you’ll have to meet me halfway. I have some questions for you, too. Meet in the lounge in a half hour or so?”
She agreed, picked up her bags and headed to the door. What could he possibly have to ask her? Compulsion moved her to look back at Shaun one last time before following Reed to her new cabin. He and Parsons were discussing the photo left on her bunk, and despite the lumberjack getup he wore, Shaun’s demeanor looked too smooth—too professional for him to simply be a passenger who’d stumbled across her path. And while this thought left her with more suspicions than reassurances, she couldn’t help but wonder why she’d felt so much safer in his presence than she had in the few moments she’d been on board alone.
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