Although he didn’t always approve of his uncle’s methods, Biff had to admit that with Uncle Charlie, there was never a dull moment.
Moments later, Biff returned.
“Well?” The big grin was still on Uncle Charlie’s face. It disappeared instantly on Biff’s report.
“There is no one in the room next door,” Biff said in a quiet, steady voice.
“Stay here!” Charles Keene leaped for the door. Biff, standing in the doorway, saw him dash into the adjoining room. He was back out in a flash. No longer did he wear a grin. His expression was as serious as Biff had ever seen it.
Charles Keene walked back to Biff, his brows knitted in worry and anger.
“I guess I outsmarted myself,” he said.
“Who was I supposed to find in the next room?” Biff whispered. “Derek?”
“Yes. It was he who knocked just before I came in. It was this way. We couldn’t be sure how many people might have been in this room. We knew you were. We followed you to the hotel—”
“But how did you know what room I’d be in?”