Page 47 of The Enforcers: KANE

She just hoped she didn’t have to used her shifter powers.

* * *

Kane was on the phone with the casino the whole way there. By the time he skidded into the parking lot, the entire facility had been shut down and all the customers detained for questioning. He’d put in a call to Silverlake to contact the Council and pull in all available security teams to help with the investigation.

Healers had been dispatched for Owen and the security guards that were supposed to be guarding the vault. All of them had been found passed out—barely breathing. No one knew exactly what was wrong with them.

A perimeter guard had turned up dead. Noah and the woman were missing—they’d gotten away clean, disappearing from the surveillance system and the guards without explanation.

It had been exactly sixteen minutes since his alert went off. How had everything gone sideways in such a short amount of time?

And what the hell had Noah done? Kane cursed himself. He’d sensed something was off there, but he’d been so taken up with his own problems that he’d let it slide. And the guy had turned out to be working with the robbers. How could he have been so blind?

Hell, how could Noah have been such a traitor, to turn on his crew and his employer like that? He’d had a squeaky-clean record, both as a Marine and as a civilian contractor.

But then, so had Kane. They’d never found out about his past; at least, he thought they hadn’t. So maybe Noah had some kind of shady background they’d never turned up.

It didn’t matter. He’d betrayed Kane, personally and professionally. He’d betrayed the Council and his fellow shifters. Kane was going to see him go down for it if it was the last thing he did.

If he didn’t just rip the asshole’s head off and have done with it.

He parked in his usual spot—right at the edge of the parking lot near the woods. There were a bunch of extra cars near the resort—security and medical teams. Probably better to stay out of that mess. He pulled his gun and his cuffs out of the glove compartment, along with his shoulder holster. After tonight, he wasn’t going to be undercover anymore. He might as well wear it out in the open.

He climbed out and was heading for the building when he heard someone in the forest behind him. He drew his gun and swiveled in one swift motion. “Whoever’s there, come out now. Hands where I can see them.”

A figure stumbled out of the woods and righted himself, one hand on his head. “Kane?” he said, shielding his eyes from the lights blazing from the casino. “What the hell’s going on?”

It was Noah.

In a fraction of a second Kane had him slammed up against the side of the truck, Wolf snarling. “Hands on the hood,” he said. “Now.”

Noah didn’t fight, just flinched when his face hit the hood of the truck as Kane pushed him down. Kane wrenched his arms back behind his back and cuffed him.

“What the fuck, man?” Noah said.

Kane pulled him around. “Where is she?” he demanded. “You traitorous piece of shit, where is she? And where’s the money?”

“Are you crazy?” Noah said. “What are you even talking about?”

“Don’t even try that with me,” Kane snarled. “I saw you on the security video, cleaning out the fucking vault with some woman.”

Noah was staring at him. “Are you high?” he asked. “I’m the security supervisor, for fuck’s sake. I was doing my perimeter rounds when someone…” he trailed off and his face went ashen. “Shit,” he said. “Are you telling me they hit us? Tonight? They cleaned out the vault?”

What the hell? He really expected anyone to believe that he’d had nothing to do with it?

“Not them, asshole,” Kane said. “You. You and your girlfriend.”

Noah was still staring at him. “I have no idea what the fucking hell you’re talking about.”

* * *

Rachelle pulled into the parking lot and parked in her usual spot. Just as she was about to get out of the car, her phone rang. It was Carmichael.

“They hit the casino,” he said. “Dammit! How did we miss her?”

Rachelle wanted to curse out loud. “Of course it was the night I wasn’t here.”

Carmichael snapped, “Keep your eyes on the prize. It doesn’t matter that you weren’t there; the money is someone else’s problem. Stopping her from taking it was the security team’s job.”