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What would he do?
He’d want to tell the captain and the chief of security.
Cammie’s bubble of urgency deflated, and she let out a sigh.
“Lead the way,” she said as she accepted Zane’s hand.
“I ran an algorithm while we were at dinner. I think it might help.” He opened his cabin door then motioned her in first. “Or at least it might give us some answers before we do anything rash.”
Rash?Suggesting that Cammie would do something reckless? She opened her mouth to argue, but he beat her to it.
“Not that I think you’re being rash.” He grimaced slightly as he typed a few things into his laptop. “But look.” He turned the screen toward her.
She saw a list of names.
“It occurred to me when we were in our Dirty Talk cubby that they’re taking attendance at the sessions, which makes sense. They’re collecting data about what works and what doesn’t work, what guests want and what they aren’t so keen on. I built an algorithm to isolate the guests who signed up but never showed up for different events.” He pointed to Salis Collie’s name. “Salis has signed up for at least fifty different sessions.”
Cammie followed Zane’s finger along the data then deflated even more.
“And he’s shown up for all them so far.”
“Right.” Cammie slumped onto Zane’s bed. “He’s not missing and he’s not dead. He’s just horny.”
