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My eyes pop open, and I look at the stream of the drawing room. I look past Lorcan and stare at Belsky. How relaxed he looks in the presence of the East Coast’s biggest mob boss.
“Who are you, you little fucker?” I mutter to myself.
Neither of my men answers me, letting the silence swirl around the stuffy room instead. Until—
“Wait. What the…?”
I turn to see a pale Aiden squinting at the top left corner of the wall, where a dozen monitors show the corridors of each floor. Each monitor has four identical streams of long, red-carpeted corridors lined with hotel room doors.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
“What?” I bark, taking a step toward the wall.
Aiden opens his mouth, then closes it again. Silently, he lifts a finger to one of the screens and stabs the lower-right section. With his other hand, he taps the keyboard, filling the screen with this stream only.
“Her.”
A woman stumbles out of Room 386. She looks up and down the corridor, then up at the camera. Quickly, she bows her head and staggers back into the room, the door slamming shut behind her.
A beat passes.
“Seal off the thirtieth floor.”
Aiden glances up at me, confusion clouding his eyes. Maybe it’s because my voice is quiet. Maybe it’s because whatever is happening in Room 386 is a lot less pressing than what’s happening in the drawing room.
But there’s that feeling again. That instinct. The one that creeps up over my shoulders and wraps a hand around my throat.
Why?
It might have something to do with the fact she’s stark naked and dripping in blood.
