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“That this five-star luxury hotel doesn’t allow thugs to skulk in the hall brandishing weapons?” I meet her gaze.
“Yes,” she says.
“I’ve got more taste than Jac. Thugs brandishing weapons are expected at a place he owns.”
Jac mutters, “Fuck you, dickwad. I still want you dead.” He steps up, glaring. “Agnossio’s letting you know he owns this boring shithole.”
“Guess you couldn’t get out easily.” I glance back at the wall next to the broken door. “And the keycard both locks you in and out. Maximum privacy.”
“I didn’t ask him if there were people outside,” she says. “But earlier there were at least two or three. It’s fuzzy.”
“When did you get here and how many escorted you in?” I glance at Cat, sending a text to Damon who I’d asked to stay in the background and observe. Whoever else brought her here, I’m thinking they’ll be in the hotel. Bar or lobby or even the café. Idon’t want him to interfere unless one makes a run for it, but just to get stats if he can.
He’ll delegate someone to interview the staff.
Carlos is watching Harry back at the other hotel’s bar, but if I had to bet who’d win there if a stand-off came, my money’s on the woman.
The person Magdalena chooses to call friend and business partner’s going to be formidable. And brute strength doesn’t always win out.
There’s something so fucking odd about all this, that my senses prick. We’ve found her, yes. But that’s it. This is big, murky, and it’s got to do with the fucking Heart of Dark Desires.
I feel that like someone’s waving a sign in the air.
And this—whatever this is—wouldn’t be happening, at least in this way, if Magdalena hadn’t pulled a fast one on me.
The jewels would be safely locked away and not her spectacular fake.
Fuck. I’m pissed off with Cat on every fucking level and I ache, too, because she took my heart—something I didn’t think I even had anymore—and wrenched it into pieces.
Love really is fucked in the head.
“Magdalena?” I give her a long, hard look, keeping everything locked tightly away.
Cat takes a breath, then shrugs, wrapping her arms around herself in a moment of vulnerability. “I don’t know answers to either of those questions. I spent the last however long drugged.”
Both Jac and I go still and then I call the concierge. “It’s Mr. Agnossio again. I want any footage delivered upstairs to my suite concerning the arrival of the guests in room 308.”
“Sir? It’s been booked for a month. Paid in cash ahead.”
“There’s going to be a card and a name.”
The clack of a keyboard comes through, and as I wait, Jac talks.
“You don’t know how long you’ve been gone?” he asks.
She drops her arms. “No.”
“Over a week, Cat.” Before I can say anything else, she steps up, looking from me to Jac.
I hold up my hand.
“Sir?” the concierge says. “Yalat Inc. It’s a business account. From Delaware.”
“When did the girl arrive?”
“We have a lot of guests, and—”
“Any staff that’s worked this room and has been on valet and concierge, or maids, cleaners on duty this past week, have them set up for a—”
