“Code?” I ask, intentionally making my voice squeak.
Going three shades paler, he gives it to me. But I don’t check the internet. Instead, I look in his call log.
Where I immediately recognize a number. Ken’s. My mouth drops open. Ken called Win right before Win said he needed to attend a meeting in the city.
And now, I’m being dragged to the city as well.
We’ve got a rat.
And Win…he might not be bride-hunting tonight after all. Which makes my behavior yesterday kind of…crazy.
But I’ll worry about that later. “Could it Memorial Hospital?” I sing out, sounding hopeful.
“Now that I think about it, they said he was at a hotel.”
“Hotel?” I turn to look at John as he speeds down the road. “Was it a fashion emergency?”
He gives a nervous laugh. “I think it might have been the Waldorf Hilton, and I know it was an injury. His call was specific.”
“Whose call?”
“His Grace’s,” John’s voice squeaks on the last syllable.
“How long until we get there?” I ask, batting my eyes. God, this is not strength, but John is exceedingly stupid.
“Five minutes, Miss.”
In four minutes, I’m kicking this guy’s ass. I go silent but I keep his phone and he’s too distracted to ask for it back.
I see the Waldorf come into view, the traffic making us move so slowly, I can hardly stand it.
But I use it to my advantage.
As John brakes the car to a full stop, I thrust out the heel of my hand, bashing his head into the driver’s side window. He doesn’t see it coming, and he’s out with the crack. Leaning over him, I hit the child locks, and then slide back into my seat, opening my door. I’m out of the car before he’s even regained consciousness.
Just strolling down the street is a bad idea, just in case John gets stupid and tries to chase me, so I duck between two buildings, taking off for the Waldorf at a run.
I make it there in record time, vaulting through one of the glass doors and into the lobby.
For a second, I just stand there, surveying the calm.
Now what?
CHAPTER THIRTY
Win
I enterthe hotel through the staff entrance, my team fanning out across the ground floor.
The head of my security stands next to me. “We’ll survey every entrance and exit so we know when Ivanov arrives and when he leaves.”
“My guess, he’s already here,” I answer with a frown. “But he won’t leave the premises without someone on this team knowing. I want security covering every possible egress. Even the roof.”
He gives me a nod. “How many men do you want with you?”
I shake my head. “Two undercover tails. That’s it.”
“Your Grace,” Ted lowers his voice. “It’s too dangerous.”
