“Hey, look at it this way. At least you’ll still have me as a consolation prize.”
“Ryan, go rest. Recover from your gunshot injury.”
“Rest is boring. I like the action too much for that.” A little hum. “You’re welcome about the tip on the limo. Oh, and FYI, the Dodge Charger involved in that drive-by at the chapel? A friendly cop just told me the vehicle was at impound. Two dead bodies found inside. Hell of a busy time for the Vegas PD.”
Her breath whispered out. “I was aware of the vehicle’s discovery.”
“And of the two dead bodies?”
She did not reply. But, yes, she’d known about them.
“Is my brother aware?” Ryan pushed. “Is he fully cognizant of the fact that Wellington has gone completely off the rails and is eliminating people left and right here in Vegas? Does my brother know that the danger on this case has just spiked one thousand percent?”
Her gaze remained on the surveillance screens. One of the guards who’d been escorting Nash and Delaney had just opened a black door. Nash and Delaney were crossing the threshold and heading inside an office.
“Goodbye, Ryan. Follow my orders.” She hung up. Motioned to the surveillance footage. “Do we have access to security cameras in that room?”
Dom squinted. The light hit his glasses. “I don’t think there are cameras in that room, boss.” His fingers tapped again on the black keyboard in front of him. “No, no, that’s the office of the casino’s owner. No access.”
Her expression remained the same, but her heart rate increased even more. “Get the other agents to pull in closer.”
The two guards followed Nash and Delaney inside the room. And right before the door shut, one of the guards pulled out his gun.
If anything happens to my brother, I will fucking burn down the entire CIA.
No, Ryan never made an idle threat. In her experience, he just made promises. She could almost smell the smoke.
Chapter Nineteen
Nash didn’t wait for the door to close fully before he attacked. He lunged for the blond guard, caught the jerk’s hand in a savage grip, and halted the rise of the weapon that the man had clearly been pulling.
Nash whirled the guard to the side, slammed him into the wall, and he twisted the man’s wrist even as the fellow howled in pain.
“Stop.” A low, hard command.
Nash didn’t particularly feel like heeding the command. So he drove his head into the blond’s, and he snatched the gun from the falling creep. Spinning, Nash brought the gun up and aimed it at the second guard, a man who was already trying to snatch out his own gun.
“Don’t,” Nash told him. “Or I’ll have to shoot you.” He sidestepped. Two sidesteps. And he made sure Delaney was shielded behind him. “Is this really any way to greet a winner?”
Mocking laughter. Not from the guard. But from the man behind the big, mahogany desk.
“Get out of here, Tobias, Luke. Now.” An order from the person who was clearly in charge. The guy with the white t-shirt and battered jeans. He strolled from behind the desk, crossed his arms over his chest, and quirked a brow at Nash. “I believe we have business to discuss.”
The blond guard groaned as he tried to rise.
A sigh and an eye roll from the boss. “Luke, help Tobias. Take him to a medic. Make sure something is not broken.”
“Oh, I don’t believe I broke anything,” Nash allowed. He cast a critical eye at Tobias. “Probably a wrist sprain. Someone just can’t handle his pain well.” He returned his focus to the real threat in the room.
“What are you?” the guy in the t-shirt asked. “A doctor?”
Nash smiled at him. “And what are you? An asshole criminal?”
Luke hauled Tobias out of the room. The door closed behind them.
The man in the white t-shirt rested his hip against the side of the desk. “My name is Logan Sterling, and I own this casino.” A pause. “And the hotel where you’re staying.”
“Considering the hotel and casino are connected, I figured you had to own both.” Nash had turned the gun toward Logan Sterling. As if he didn’t know who the man was. Before they’d arrived in Vegas, he’d done recon work on their destination. He knew who owned the location. Just as he knew he was staring at a man who supposedly hated Kurt Wellington. Mortal enemies, if the gossip was correct.
