A Trace of Hope. Блейк Пирс

off in a corner with a table that looked to be made of marble.

      She saw a hallway that must have led back to the bedroom wing and thought she heard voices coming from that direction. A Hispanic woman in her forties with her hair tied back in a bun opened a sliding door and stepped inside from the small deck.

      “Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked, and Keri recognized the voice from the gate intercom.

      “No thank you. I’m good.”

      She smiled and then turned to Cave.