“Mr. Johnson, I’m here on behalf of the Lewis family.”
I was just about to get in when a snide voice rang out behind me.
“Well, if it isn’t Will. Getting divorced and still blowing Emily’s money on a fancy hotel—got some nerve.”
I turned and saw Jason striding over with three guys in black T-shirts. His hair was slicked back, a key fob twirling in his fingers, his eyes full of provocation.
Before I could speak, he lunged and grabbed my wrist, raising his voice so everyone could hear:
“Hey, look! This guy used a stolen credit card to book a room. I’m calling the cops right now!”
Guests turned to stare; a few raised their phones to film.
Jason grew bolder, waving his phone in my face. “The police will be here any minute. You’re not going anywhere.”
I shook him off, brushed my cuff, and kept my tone even.
“This is a joint credit card with Emily. I’m an authorized user. Check with the bank if you don’t believe me.”
“A joint card?” Jason sneered. “Emily already froze your limit. You clearly used her main card. You stole it.”
Right then, two officers entered the lobby. Jason rushed over, pointing at me and shouting,
“Officers, that’s him! He used someone else’s card and is pretending he’s loaded!”