“Mira—”
“I’m almost done,” she says from somewhere in the second bedroom.
“We should leave.” I shut the drawer and walk over to her. “This place isn’t right.”
“Tell me about it.” She slams the nightstand cabinet and shakes her head. “But go ahead if you need to be somewhere. I’m fine.” Mira bends over, her head disappearing on the side of the bed as she lifts the comforter. “I just need five more minutes, tops.”
“No.” I round the bed to where she’s standing. “We need to leave. Now. I don’t think Hayden was supposed to know about this place.”
“What are you talking about?” Her eyes flicker around the room.
This one is toned down, no whipping equipment on display, but there’s a sculpture in the corner that looks like a giant dildo, large mirrors on the walls, and I’m pretty sure that’s video equipment on the dresser.
“It’s unconventional,” she says, “but you saw what the other people asked for. That rocker’s suite wanted the hot pink two-foot?—”
“This isn’t the same. This is?—”
The door to the suite beeps, indicating someone is about to enter.
I pick up Mira, charge into the main room, and dive behind the couch.
“What the hell, Tyler?” she mouths, brushing hair out of her face.
I jerk my head toward the desk. “There are illegal drugs in here,” I say as quietly as I can next to her ear.
Her mouth parts and I push her down until she’s practically under me. I scoot us closer to the side of the couch, away from the voices carrying into the room.
“—they want it all removed. New location, same setup. Boss wants it up and running by this evening.”
“The entire circuit?”
“All of it. We’ve got customers arriving in two hours.”
“We’ll need the rest of the team.”
“Already on it.”
I peek around the couch.
Two men stand in the middle of the room, both in suits. One guy scratches his jaw, his Blue sapphire ring glinting in the room’s designer lighting. The other guy is wearing a Blue ring as well.
How did these grunts get exemplar status? Is this what Drake was talking about? Get a ring and you’re on the fast track?
Fuck. There’s some sketchy stuff going on around here, and I don’t want these guys realizing we know. The worst-case scenarios are flying around in my brain like missiles. If whoever is in charge pinned all of the casino’s illegal activities on Drake, who’s no longer here, what would they do to Mira? I’ll walk away from this place no harm done, but Mira believes she needs this job.
We need to leave without them seeing us. No way am I risking Mira being discovered.
I nudge her to scoot up next to me, holding my finger to my lips.
“If they’re here, it can’t be wrong that we are. Why don’t we just walk out?” she whispers, so only I can hear.
I shake my head fervently and grab her wrist, waiting for the right moment.
The desk is the first place the men box up. A bellman comes to the door and takes the boxes away.
“When are the others arriving?” one of them asks.
“Few minutes,” the other guy says. “Team members are already at the new location setting up.”
