Derek watched Mikey's eager puppy-like behavior with a slight smirk, then turned to the man at the door. "Did you call Veronica?"

"No," William replied flatly, then asked, "Could you give me her hotel room number?"

Derek frowned. "Ask her yourself."

The usually composed man looked helpless. "You know she won't tell me."

Derek leaned against the hallway cabinet, his voice cool. "Instead of looking for her, maybe you should deal with your rumored lover ...