A new face? An old face?
Reacting quickly, Tristan stepped back into the hallway and strained his ears to listen to the police officers' words.
They were asking the receptionist about two people who stayed there… Trey and Owen, using the full—and fake!—names under which they were registered in the hotel and in the GTG agency as security guards.
'What? Them, too?'
Tristan bit his lip.
A part of him wanted to escape immediately, although his current identity was not attached to anything criminal… directly. He began thinking that keeping criminals so close to himself, even if he could deny in court that ever knew that they were criminals, was too risky.
"Excuse me, sirs, but I can't give personal information about the hotel's visitors without a search or an arrest warrant. There are high-profile people who stay in this hotel occasionally. You can't just ask for their whereabouts."