Hollace motioned for the phone.
Ramon said, “I’ll get Maizie and bring her home.”
“I know you will. Whatever happens, Ramon…I love you.”
“I know you do,Hermana. Stay safe.”
Hollace took the phone out of his hand.
Ramon asked, “How long until Bear and the rest of your people get here?”
The driver pulled over to the curb at a swanky hotel, and the other cars did the same. Apparently, this was where it was all going down.
“A couple of minutes. They’re right behind us.” Hollace climbed out his side.
Ramon tried his door handle, and it was locked. One of the guys in the back seat snickered about child locks. Ramon kept his mouth shut, and when the door opened, he hopped out, striding to the vehicle behind, where Amara and Bruce got out, wearing their wedding finery. Amara had a black evening gown on, and Bruce wore a suit. Ramon’s suit made him look like an FBI agent—go figure.
All he needed was a weapon.
“There’s a rogue faction of Bear’s people, and they’ve taken Maizie. We think she’s going to be here.”
Amara’s expression flashed with anger. Bruce moved closer to her. “What can we do?”
“My only priority is Maizie. Preston and Stairns will be here also.” Ramon lowered his voice. “If you want to delay the proceedings while I find her, that’s up to you.”
Bruce nodded sharply.
“I’ll do more than delay it.” Amara gathered up the folds of her dress and headed for the revolving door entrance.
A bellboy lifted his arm and spoke into a comms receiver in his sleeve.
US government agent?
Ramon wasn’t going to assume that anyone in this hotel was who they seemed to be. But he couldn’t search room by room until he found her. He needed a plan of action, and attending the wedding might be a good first step. Whoever had taken Maizie might have brought her to witness it like the rest of them.
“Everyone into the lobby, please!” Hollace motioned to them all, waving his arms like a vacation tour guide.
Ramon and Bruce followed Amara and found her looking around the people in the lobby. She kept moving, searching every corner. Looking at the people sitting in alcoves, and even at the bar.
“Where is the wedding taking place?”
Bruce said, “In a ballroom off the first floor, so we have to go up the escalator.”
“I’m hoping she’ll be there, and we’ll know for ourselves if she’s all right.” Ramon didn’t have much else he could do.
Bruce said, “None of us is going to let anything happen to her, as much as we can do to prevent it.”
“I’m more worried about what we can’t prevent.”
“Let’s keep moving, people.” Hollace ushered them to the escalator.
Halfway between the ground floor and the next, he spotted more of the MSI operatives coming in the front. Preston and Stairns were with them, and both caught Ramon’s wave.
Good. He almost had the makings of a team of his own.
A group who would all do whatever it took to get Maizie back.
Upstairs, the doors to the ballroom were open. Ramon stepped off the escalator at the top and waited for Hollace. “I didn’t come here to attend a wedding.”
