I gave him a wry smile, satisfied my distraction had worked. Shep had an important job to do, and I figured he’d operate better angry than pining over Cameron.
I walked him to the door while scratching my head. “How did you find us here, anyway?”
“Kind of a fluke. I was listening to the police channels and picked up something about a couple in a bar fight at Joey’s. Knew you used to like the place. Headed over that way and passed your truck going the other direction. Followed you here and paid off the concierge to get your room number.”
I rested my hands on my hips. “Just call next time, okay?”
“With what? The Batman searchlight? You go through burners faster than me.”
“Fine. Hand me your phone.” I entered my untraceable encrypted number, the one I only gave to family, then passed it back.
Shep shoved it in his pocket and opened the door. “Use caution with Dante. Don’t underestimate him or that huge Russian fucker.”
“Copy that.”