“Sierra? Sure.” The man nodded, still not taking his eyes from Eryn. “You know, you look even hotter now.”
Terrific. She checked her phone again, making sure she had the images she’d sent from Toby’s phone. Then she grabbed her travel bag and makeup kit from the bed.
Callan blocked the doorway. “Two things. You’re not going with me. And I need those pictures.”
She returned his glare with one of her own. “Two things. You try to get out of here without me and I blow the whistle to the hotel security.” She took a breath, testing her resolve and discovering—without surprise—that she still couldn’t shake it. “I also think you’re right about Daniel Steadman’s kidnapping being an inside job. Which means I’m going to try to help you.”
“I don’t need you tagging along.”
“If I let you walk away, that makes me responsible.”
“For what?”
“For anything stupid that you do.” She eyed him levelly. “That’s the deal, soldier. Take it or leave it.”
Callan growled in the back of his throat and the sound thrilled through Eryn in ways she’d never experienced. She put the reaction down to adrenaline, to nearly dying, at being happy to still be alive. And then she wondered why she was in such a hurry to continue hanging around Callan Storm when bad things were sure to happen. At the very least her private security license was on the line, and she’d worked hard to get it.
She held her gaze steady, not showing any of her inner turmoil. “Clock’s ticking.”
“Fine.” From Callan’s abrasive tone, the answer was anything but fine. He reached out for her travel bag. She pulled it away, but he caught it and took hold. “If you’re carrying both bags while I’m walking around empty-handed, that’s going to draw attention.”
Reluctantly, but knowing that what he said was true, Eryn let him have the bag. She wasn’t happy about any concession she made toward him.
“Let’s go.” He opened the door and they went into the hallway.
As he followed the woman down the stairwell, Callan cursed to himself. He couldn’t believe she’d insisted on coming along. She had no vested interest in anything that was taking place, despite her argument that she would somehow be held “responsible.”
His lack of cell phone experience was a drawback. He’d have to remedy that at his first opportunity, but it wasn’t likely to be tonight. She turned and headed down the hallway toward his room. He studied her as he matched her determined stride. So what was her angle? Everybody had one, and they tended to be selfish.
He gave himself a mental shake. Roll with it. For the moment you need her. She has intel that you need. Once you get it, you can flush her and drop her like a rock.
The past few years, his missions had been in Afghanistan and Africa, in back areas that were barely listed on the map. Cell phones would have drawn enemy attention at once. He’d made do with human intelligence after the parameters of the missions had been drawn, operating independently behind enemy lines with a handful of people that might or might not betray him. He was currently functioning out of his depth, in foreign terrain, and he knew it.
He used his keycard on the door to his room and went inside. Behind him, the woman reached for the light. He caught her hand and stopped her.
“Leave the light off.”
Through her hand, he felt her body go tense. It took him a moment to remember to release her. Touching her sent an electrical current through him that he would have sworn he’d never before experienced. He didn’t know what it was about the woman that affected him so much, but he disliked it. She infuriated him on so many levels. Yet when he touched her, he seemed to get brain-locked.
Stupid. Pay attention. You need to help Daniel.
Callan turned away from her, grateful that the room was dark so she couldn’t see his face, because he didn’t know what she might see there. “Security may check to see if I’m here. If they see a light, they’ll know I’m around.”
“Okay.” She didn’t sound sure of herself. The darkness in the room was nearly complete except for the neon glow from the Strip filtering around the heavy drapes.
Reaching into his pocket, Callan took out the small Mini Maglite he usually carried. A professional soldier who habitually risked his life never went anywhere without light, a way of making fire and a knife. Antitank weaponry and an escape helicopter were much harder to pack. He had all of those basic things, though the Swiss Tinker blade he carried wouldn’t count much as armament facing automatic weapons.
He switched the light on and directed the white light against the ceiling. He dialed the wattage down to a glow that barely reflected against the overhead tiles and only just lifted their silhouettes from the darkness.
“Here.” He handed the light to the woman. “Give me a minute to get dressed.” Before she could respond, he turned and crossed to the small closet.
He flung the door open, took out a pair of khaki cargo pants, a burgundy pullover and a pair of GORE-TEX hiking boots he’d broken in. He left the rest of the clothes hanging. The room was rented for two more days—for the wedding tomorrow night and one more day. He wasn’t going to need anything else from there until he got Daniel back to Jenny.
He entered the bathroom and changed out of his clothing.
At first Eryn thought Callan had left the bathroom door ajar by mistake. Then, curious, she’d peered through the opening and realized she could see the mirror. And in the mirror, she saw his reflection as he stood behind the door and changed clothing. She also realized then that he’d left the door open on purpose. He’d given her the Mini Maglite for the same reason.
Just as she could see him, he could see her. He was watching her, making certain she didn’t leave. His slate-gray eyes looked at her intently. Her image was clearer due to the flashlight, but there was still enough illumination to see him.
That made Eryn angrier. She didn’t know where he thought she would go. And he’d practically been shoving her out the door. If she didn’t have the images he wanted, she wouldn’t be there now. She thought about extinguishing the light out of spite, just to see if she could get a reaction out of him.
But turning the flashlight off would have plunged the bathroom into darkness. He’d still know if she left when the door opened. She told herself that keeping the light on was just to keep the peace, but she knew she liked the way the soft glow played over his body.
She couldn’t see much of him, but it was enough to set her heart racing a little. The response bothered her, especially given everything that was currently going on.
Callan was lean, but his upper body packed muscle. The light played over his broad shoulders, deep chest and biceps as they bunched when he moved. There were scars, too, faded things that she couldn’t quite make out. His white boxer briefs stood out against the bronze skin. He was dark all over, like he lived out in the elements. The coloration wasn’t the result of a tanning booth. Wherever Callan was from, he was exposed a lot.
He pulled his pants on, covering his near nakedness, and Eryn had to take a breath. Her face felt hot, but she knew she wasn’t embarrassed. Then she realized she was, over her reaction, though, not because she’d seen him nearly stripped. She’d worked protection for female clients at Chippendales shows, had seen a lot more skin under definite provocative circumstances, and had never felt the same way.
She gritted her teeth and turned away from Callan Storm. She continued holding the flashlight. “I thought you were in a hurry.” Even though she stared at the wall in front of her, she felt his eyes on her and kept imagining that rock-hard body.
He didn’t reply. Just before she called out again, he plucked the Mini Maglite from her hand.
“Let’s go.” His warm breath ghosted against the back of her neck and raised goose bumps that tightened her scalp.
When she turned, he’d already moved on. He reached into the closet once more and took out a brown bomber jacket. By the time he reached the door, he’d already shrug
ged into it and picked up her travel bag.
He nodded to the bed. “Don’t forget your makeup case.”
Eryn took a step back to the bed and tried to act as if she hadn’t forgotten about the case. She had, though, and that irritated her. She was good at keeping up with things, with noticing details. Her job required an attention to detail.
She stepped through the open door and resisted the impulse to look down the hall at the investigation still going on. “Where are we going?”
“Out of the hotel.”
“Then what?”
“Then we see if your images help us find a direction. For the moment we need to evade the police dragnet. Take the elevator.”
For a moment Eryn started to ask why, then she realized that the police would still be watching the stairwells. Going that way would have been suspicious. She stepped into the elevator alcove.
Luck was with them and they caught one of the cages just as the doors opened. Two couples in evening wear and a boy in his teens playing a portable game system stood inside.
The button for the main floor was already pressed. Eryn watched the levels ping as they dropped.
One of the men spoke up. “Do you know what the fire alarm was about?”
Eryn glanced at the mirrored surface of the elevator door. Callan didn’t speak. She answered for them. “There’s a party on our floor.”
“That’s where the police and the fire departments seemed intent on gathering. I presume there’s nothing amiss.”
“There’s no fire.”
The elevator dinged again when they arrived at the second floor. The doors opened to a group of people standing in the alcove. One of the men in the group waved them off. “We’ll take the next one.”
On the first floor, the doors opened again. Eryn led the way out, surprised to see the crowd that filled the foyer. Evidently not only the guests staying the night had come down from the towers, but the casino had temporarily lost some of its patrons as well. The security people were out in force.
“Let’s go.” Callan took the lead and headed for the side entrance.
“Wait.” Eryn turned away from him and headed back toward the concierge.
The man was absent from his post, but she spied him talking to some of the guests, letting them know that the fire scare had been a false alarm. Nobody was talking much about the shootout in the parking garage. Apparently that news hadn’t spread yet.
Eryn stopped at the concierge desk and leafed through the pamphlets in the shelves. A map of the hotel and casino lay in the mix. She pulled it out and consulted it briefly as Callan caught up with her. He was scowling again.
“What are you doing?” He loomed at her side.
“Trying to appear inconspicuous. How’s that working for you?”
“We need to get out of here.”
“We also need more information if we’re going to try to find out who took your future brother-in-law.” Eryn located the main desk and headed for the hallway just to the left of it.
“Where are you going?”
“The security office.” She avoided Callan’s grip, sidestepping and putting a chair between them at the last minute.
Callan quick-stepped and caught up with her. His big hand wrapped around her forearm but he didn’t try to stop her. “Why?”
“Because they’ll have video footage of everything that happened. I’m going to try to get a copy of it.”
“You think you can do that?”
“I know I won’t get a copy if I don’t try.”
Callan’s grip fell away and he paced her through the crowded area. He didn’t ask her any more questions.
As they passed the check-in area, Eryn gazed at the television in the corner of the room. A small crowd had gathered there to watch the breaking news on the local channels. Video footage of the hotel filled the screen while the neatly groomed male anchor occupied a corner and talked calmly. Script ran across the bottom of the screen.
Fire alarm caused near panic at th—
When Callan caught her arm and tugged, Eryn whipped her head around and just managed to avoid colliding with a heavyset man carrying a poodle. She excused herself but hurried past him into the next hallway. She turned left at the intersection and stopped in front of a metal door—Security/Authorized Personnel Only.
Eryn rang the buzzer and looked up at the fish-eye camera lens mounted above the door.
“Can I help you?” The voice was male, well modulated and slightly anxious.
Eryn took her agency ID from her purse and held it up to the camera. “Can you see this?”
The camera lens flickered. “Sure.”
“I need a favor. Professional courtesy.”
“We’re on lockdown.”
“I know. That’s why I need the favor. My partner and I were watching over a principle. We lost him in the excitement.”
“Not my problem, Ms. McAdams.”
“The principle is a high roller. Help me out and I can get you comped at the casino I’m working for. I can get your supervisor comped, too.”
For a moment there was no response. “This guy that big?”
“Big.” Eryn lied effortlessly. In Vegas everything spun around the casinos and the big money they pulled in. Whales—high rollers that spent a lot at the tables and in the hotels—were an important part of that business. The money trickled through the city, spun through the Strip’s veins like a junkie’s favorite hit. The story was easily believable. It had happened before.
“I’m not supposed to let anyone in.”
“Guy has a jones. If I let him get away without returning him to the hotel, I’m going to lose my job.”
Callan stood at her side without saying a word. For a moment Eryn thought she was just going to end up embarrassing herself. She’d been with other security agents who’d used the same bribes to get information on people they were supposed to be keeping up with. Just as she was getting ready to give up, the speaker crackled again.
“Get in, find your guy, then get back out.”
“Definitely.”
The electronic locking mechanism cycled, thumping and clicking as it opened. Finally, it buzzed. “Come ahead.”
Eryn pushed the door in and followed it.
Chapter 5
Feeling uneasy, Callan stepped into the security command on the woman’s heels. He’d filed away her name, McAdams, and the fact that she obviously worked somewhere that would give her access to security agencies.
The interior of the post looked like it was capable of launching a moon shot or a major drone offensive in a war zone. Computers and monitors filled the walls. Camera views of the lobby, the elevators, the parking garage and all through the building’s hallways cycled through the screens. On the ops Callan had been involved in, he’d never had access to this kind of hardware.
Two men sat in chairs at a long desk. Computer keyboards and microphones occupied the area in front of them. Both of the men wore holstered pistols and dark uniforms. They were in their mid-to-late twenties, the kind of guys that would draw late shifts. Large cups of coffee sat on the desk. The smell of Chinese takeout lingered in the air and balled-up paper sacks sat in the trash can against one wall.
“I’m Ross Lazlo.” The guard jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “This is Marty Wynn.”
Wynn never took his eyes from the computer monitors. His hands flicked across the keyboard as he tapped in commands. The guy was dedicated, or maybe picking up the slack because his partner was occupied.
“Thanks for the assist.” McAdams approached the man and stuck out her hand.
Lazlo smiled and undressed the woman with his gaze. The obvious sexual interest in the man’s eyes irritated Callan for reasons he didn’t understand, and he didn’t know why McAdams wasn’t offended by the attention.
“You’re welcome. Can I call you Eryn?”
The woman nodded and Callan tucked that name away as well.
“According to your ID, you’re with Cybe
rStealth Security.”
“I am.”
Callan didn’t recognize the name. Since he’d been in Vegas, he’d seen a number of different security agencies. It seemed like everybody in the city had their own private police.
“My partner’s gonna check that out, but I think you’re okay.” Lazlo touched his nose. “I can smell things that aren’t right, you know.”
Eryn gave a small smile. “Lucky guy. I have to check everything.”
“And your guy still got away from you.”
“It’s hard to guard someone who doesn’t want to be guarded.”
“I get that. They get what they deserve, I says. But let’s see if we can give you a hand. Who’s your whale?” Lazlo turned his attention back to the screens.
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
“Got a picture?”
“I’ll know him when I see him.”
“You play things pretty close to the vest there, sister.”
“Vegas is that kind of town.”
“Why couldn’t you keep up with him?”
“There was a lot of confusion at the time.”
“Confusion?” Lazlo looked more interested and more concerned. “Did he get caught up in that situation up on the fourth floor?”
“The bachelor party?” Eryn nodded guilelessly. “He knew somebody there. Got a phone call from someone attending the party. We arranged for a limo to bring him over, then we lost him during the break-in.”
Looking more concerned, Lazlo sat up straighter in the chair. He tapped computer keys. “He wasn’t the guy taken, was he?”
“I hope not. Can you show me some footage of the party?”
Lazlo shook his head. “No cameras inside the room. Private function. We can’t do that. But I got footage of the hallway outside.”
“Show me that.”
Standing behind the two security men, Callan watched as events suddenly reversed on one of the center computer screens. The view was from outside the room where the party had been held. He recognized the room number.
For a moment dozens of people stood around in the hallway, all gesturing wildly and trying to talk at the same time. Then they rapidly gathered and retreated into the room, walking and running backward.
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