Lucky Streak by Carly Phillips Page B

herself on the ability to hunt down the most obscure item any guest desired. If she couldn’t find it, she had a network of other concierges who might. All she’d had to do was send out an SOS and she’d have hundreds of people helping her out. The person who found the item was owed a favor. Amber had thrived on those challenges.
    She missed her old job and her old life. A life she’d worked hard for, one she’d been proud of instead of the one she lived now.
    Caroline answered quickly. “Caroline du Zutter, Bellagio concierge, how may I assist you?”
    â€œCaroline, it’s Amber Rose. I know its been a while but—”
    â€œYour ears must have been ringing! I’ve had the most interesting day involving you.”
    Amber leaned forward in the cab. “Keep driving,” she said to the taxi driver. “I’ll let you know where to go soon. Sorry, go on,” she said to Caroline.
    â€œTwo people came by looking for you today. The first was a gorgeous hunk of a man who asked if you were registered at the hotel.”
    â€œMike,” Amber said aloud.
    â€œDetective Michael Corwin of the Boston P.D. to be exact.”
    Amber swallowed hard, memories of the man still strong in her mind. “What did you tell him?”
    â€œNothing. He didn’t ask me. He asked Nikki, who was just finishing her shift from last night. She’s new. She said she didn’t know you. He left his card and said if she heard anything to contact him. Then she asked me when I came on duty. I played dumb.”
    â€œI owe you, Caroline.”
    â€œHey, until I spoke to you and knew what he wanted, I wasn’t giving you away. But I have to tell you, Nikki pointed him out as he was leaving. That is one gorgeous guy. Any chance you want to share information on him?”
    Amber forced a laugh. “Not yet. Who else was asking about me?”
    â€œA big loud Texan. He was booking dinner reservations when his wife started calling your name. I turned and didn’t see you, but she was upset you didn’t stick around. That’s when the Texan asked her what she expected, considering he’d been fleeced. I didn’t know what he meant and I don’t much care. The man’s so full of hot air, you can’t believe anything that comes out of his mouth, little lady,” Caroline said in a poor imitation of King Bobby.
    This time Amber laughed for real. “Good call. A friend of mine pissed him off. Nothing to worryabout.” She crossed her fingers to cover her lie. “So nobody gave anything away, that’s a relief.”
    â€œWell…” Caroline’s voice rose in pitch. “The man started ranting about how he was connected, that if he didn’t get answers, he’d call in favors and we’d all be in trouble. I didn’t believe him. He blows too much smoke.”
    Amber’s stomach cramped because King Bobby did strike her as dangerous. If he had any kind of underworld connections, she’d be in big trouble if he blamed her for his losses last night. “Then what happened?” Amber asked.
    â€œRemember Danny Heath?” Caroline said the man’s name with disdain.
    â€œThe bellboy from hell.” Amber recalled him too well from the old days, when Danny had worked at the Crown Cladler.
    â€œOne and the same,” Caroline said. “He heard the Texan talking and insinuated he knew something about you. Before I could blink, the big guy slipped Danny a fifty and Danny told him you used to be a concierge in Beverly Hills. I sent him off on an errand before he could give anything more away.”
    â€œYou’re a lifesaver. You have my cell number, right? Can you keep me posted if anyone else comes looking for me?”
    â€œASAP,” the other woman promised.
    â€œI owe you,” Amber said again.
    â€œHey, you’re the best at digging there is. I’m sure I’ll