“Who’d you get it from?” Trevor asked.
“Karl in IT tech support.” Evan handed it to him. “He said all you have to do is press the base in and hold it for a few seconds to turn it on. Then just get it somewhere in the room, and it will do the rest. It’ll pick up anyone talking as well as capture the video feed going into the overhead projector. And before you ask, I didn’t tell him what we needed it for, and he didn’t want to know.”
“Which conference room are they in?” Trevor asked.
Evan’s eyes widened. “You’re not going to be able to just walk in there.”
“Why not?” Trevor shrugged. “I’ll act like I walked into the wrong room, drop the device under a table, then be out of there before they even realize I slipped a bug in the room.”
Evan exchanged looks with Vivian. “It’s not that,” he said. “Thorn put two guards on the door, and one of them is Frasier.”
Trevor cursed. His plan would be infinitely more difficult with someone guarding the door, but Douglas Frasier’s presence made it damn near impossible. Frasier flat-out hated his guts. Then again, it seemed like Frasier hated everyone’s guts, but especially shifters’.
In addition to being Thorn’s head of security, Frasier also ran certain special projects for the former senator. Which was a nice way of saying the man killed people his boss wanted dead. Trevor didn’t know a lot about the guy, but he knew Frasier had worked for the DCO years ago and that he’d been paired up with the first shifter the organization had ever discovered—Adam. Trevor wasn’t sure what happened between the two of them, but considering what Adam had said about his partner shooting him in the back, Trevor had a pretty good idea. Whatever it was, it forced Adam to go off the grid while Frasier had landed a cushy job working for Thorn. The man was never going to let him get within ten feet of the conference room his boss was in.
Trevor glanced at Tanner. The hybrid had even less chance of getting past Frasier than he did. That left only one option.
He stared at Evan, trying to come up with something to say to convince the analyst he had it in him to bluff his way past Frasier and the other guard and figure out how to slip the device into the room.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Evan asked suspiciously. Then his eyes widened as it dawned on him. “No way! I can’t go in there. Frasier would know I’m lying. He’d shoot me.”
Shit. Evan looked like he was about to start hyperventilating at the mere thought of going in the conference room. Trevor opened his mouth to point out it was highly unlikely Frasier would kill him, but Vivian cut him off.
“I’ll do it.”
Well, damn. He hadn’t even considered suggesting she do it. Which was rather sexist, he realized. “You sure about this?”
“Will this help catch the people who killed John and Olivia?” she asked.
Trevor nodded.
“Then I’ll do it. Olivia was my friend long before I started working here. She even got me the job interview. As for John, he was the best boss I’ve ever worked for and an even better person. If putting a bug in that room will get me a little revenge, I’m in. I want those bastards to pay for what they’ve done.”
“How are you going to get it in there?” Trevor asked as he handed the device to her.
“Carefully” was all she said, then she left the room.
Evan let out a breath. “What do we do if they catch her?”
“We go rescue her,” Trevor said.
Evan seemed a little nervous at that idea but nodded. “I’ll get the computer set up. That way, we’ll know what’s happening in there.”
Taking a laptop out of his backpack, Evan placed it on the table, then slipped something that looked like some kind of wireless mouse adapter into one of the computer’s USB ports and began poking keys.
“You want to pick up the pace a little?” Trevor said. “At this rate, Frasier could knock Vivian out and drag her out to the trunk of his car before you get any sound on that thing.”
“Hold on.” Evan’s fingers flew over the keys. “I’m praying she remembered to push the adapter to turn it on, or this will all be a waste of time.”
A few moments later, muffled noise came out of the computer’s speakers along with the sound of something heavy thudding together.
Evan threw Trevor a nervous look. “What the hell was that?”
Trevor held up his hand for silence, trying to figure out what the hell they were listening to.
“I thought everyone would like some coffee and Danish,” Vivian said over the speaker. “Nothing like a little caffeine and sugar to get you through a morning meeting.”
“Thank you, Vivian.”
