Then Bastian reached past me and pressed a button on the keyboard. “Watch.”
A guy in a bad suit grabbed the woman. My scowl deepened.Asshole. I had zero time for idiots who thought they could intimidate a woman.
Then a smile curled my lips. I watched her stomp on his foot, then twist his arm up behind his back and hand him his ass.
Suddenly I felt a rush of something else. For a second, I felt electric, awake. Energized.
Bastian made a sound. “I know that look.”
“What look?” I scowled. “There’s no look.”
“You’re impressed.”
“Hard not to be.” I cocked my head. “Despite some of the vapid women you bed, I know you like a spitfire.”
My friend shot me an unreadable look. “This isn’t about me.”
No, Bastian liked to poke into other people’s lives, but refused to discuss a certain female assassin who regularly tried to kill him.
“Where did she go?” I asked.
“She made a very cool, controlled escape before security arrived. She walked out the front doors, not in a rush, not attracting any attention.”
“Facial rec get any hits?”
“Nothing. She hasn’t been in the casino before, or any others in Las Vegas.”
Who the hell was she?
And why was she looking for me?
Suddenly, I really wanted to find out.
“Send me the images.”
Bastian nodded. “Done. I’ve got security watching for her. If she sets foot in here again, we’ll know instantly.”
I finished my drink. Now, I truly tasted it and enjoyed the spicy flavor. “I’ll take care of her.”
A smile curved Bastian’s lips. “I’m sure you will.”
“Rabbit, it’s Nightvision.” I kept the cellphone pressed to my ear as I walked into my villa.
“Nightvision. Long time, my friend.”
I imagined him sitting in a dark room, with the glow of a screen in front of him. No doubt he’d be fidgeting and eating Doritos. He had a serious addiction, and constantly munched on them. Rabbit rarely left his condo. He lived on one of the upper floors of the Sky Las Vegas tower.
We’d worked together a few times in the past. If you needed something or someone found, Rabbit was the one who could do it.
“I’m sending you an image of a woman.” I tapped on my phone and emailed the image to an anonymous email address. I knew that it would get forwarded through various untraceable accounts, and finally uploaded to a private cloud server where Rabbit—the world’s best hacker—would grab it.
“Sooo, Nightvision is after a woman,” he drawled.
“It’s not like that. She’s been looking for me.”
“Ah, she might be out to kill you.”
I heard tapping. Rabbit had been in Naval Intelligence, before he’d had a breakdown and faked his own death.
