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"That guard you saw? Behind his lazy ass. Now I need to be getting back before they notice I'm gone."
Rachel bit her lip, but nodded. "Fine..."
She watched as the bartender retreated, hurrying away. Rachel paused, standing in the dark hall, by the bead curtain.
She knew it was probably a bad idea...
But the best way to find out who Candacereallywas seemed to be by finding a name and address.
So how the hell was she going to get past the guard on the stairs?
She bit her lip, considering her options.
She looked around, and her eyes landed on the chair where Candace used to sit.
She frowned at it, then her gaze moved up.
Sprinklers. And a fire alarm.
She hesitated only a moment before hastening forward, stepping through the bead curtain.
The room was dimly lit, but Rachel could still make out the sprinklers on the ceiling. She spotted a chair beneath them and moved towards it. She stood on the chair and yanked off the cover on the sprinkler head. Water sprayed out, drenching the room. The fire alarm blared, and Rachel could hear shouts and commotion from outside. She climbed down the chair and made her way towards the stairs. The guard had left his post, probably to see what was going on. Rachel took the opportunity to slip past him and head towards the office.
The door was locked, but Rachel was prepared for that. She pulled out a set of lock picks from her pocket and got to work.
It took only a few seconds before the lock clicked, and Rachel quietly pushed open the door. No computer visible. She frowned.
No technology at all that she could see. The room was dark, but she could see the faint outline of a desk and a filing cabinet against the wall. She moved towards the cabinet, pulling out drawers.
Old fashioned paper files.
She grabbed one and pulled it out.
She flipped it open, scanning the information inside. Some sort of financial document. Nothing to do with the girls.
Just as she was reaching for a second file, a voice spoke from behind her.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Rachel spun around, her heart racing. A man was standing in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest. He was tall, with dark hair and cold eyes. His long, rock-stair hair parted, revealing two gray eyes.
He glared at her, his lips twisting into a snarl.
And then he moved towards her, hand reaching for a weapon on his hip.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
She stepped back, holding up her hands defensively. "Hey, hang on--just here for the boss," she said.
It wasn't much of a play, but the man hesitated at her tone.
This was all the opportunity she needed. The moment his brow furrowed, and his hand tensed on the gun, she lunged.
The impact sent him stumbling backward, his arms flailing wildly in an attempt to regain balance. The element of surprise worked in her favor, as she focused her energy into making every punch count.
Right, left, left, uppercut.
He stumbled back.
