Ace got behind the wheel. Before John got in, Stryker said, “Are y’all going back to the hotel or just heading out of town?”
John ducked down to peer inside the limo. “Stay right here.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She shifted a little so she could watch as he strode toward Stryker’s SUV behind them. The guys’ conversation filtered in through the car’s open door, but she couldn’t really hear what they were saying. Bored, she turned her attention to the left, out the window of the door she’s slid close to.
Beyond the strip of parking lot was a treeline, and she assumed behind those trees were more businesses. Vegas didn’t allow any square inch of property to go unused. If there was a chance to make money, they’d shove some building on it and open for customers.
Whatever might be on the other side of that greenbelt wasn’t on her mind right now, though.
It was the flash of light she’d seen in the trees.
Something reflecting a glint of sunlight.
“What is that?” she asked aloud.
Ace didn’t answer. The way his head was angled down, Trixie figured he was on his phone.
“Probably texting the Guard guys back in L.A.,” she muttered.
Important Daddy Guard stuff. She didn’t want to disturb him.
Maybe it wasn’t anything. People were always dumping trash around town. Someone had probably just discarded an old bike or maybe furniture back there. Couldn’t afford the storage bill anymore, so they just dragged it out back, ditched some stuff, and left.
But what if it was something bad?
It seemed to be moving positions. Like the flash would be in one spot one time she saw it, then another the next.
Hmm.
What if her ex-employers had realized it was her who was there and they’d surrounded the place? Ace could be driving intoa trap! She needed to know more. Maybe she could get some intel and relay it to Daddy, Ace, and the others before things got out of hand.
“I’ll be right back,” she called out to Ace as she opened the door and bolted from the limo.
“Trixie! Wait!” Ace yelled back.
“Hey, where are you going?” John hollered.
It was as if Trixie didn’t even hear them. Her brain did that thing where she got tunnel vision and just couldn’t help herself until her curiosity was sated.
She was so focused, in fact, that she didn’t even hear the squeal of tires until the car was right up on her.
“What the…”
Trixie didn’t get to finish her question. The car skidded to an abrupt stop right in front of her, swinging wide and nearly causing the driver’s side door to plow right into her.
The smell of burnt rubber made Trixie cringe. That wasn’t nearly as bad as what happened next, though.
The back door opened. A large man jumped out, grabbed Trixie, and threw her in the back.
“Hey! Daddy!”
But it was no use. The vehicle was already speeding away.
“Oh boy,” Trixie said with a whimper. “This is bad.”
Chapter Thirty
