by Elle Kennedy
He frowned. The plan had been for Luke to remain in the club until closing time, but a quick glance at his watch showed that only a few hours had passed since Luke had gone in. The eyes on the outside had no radio contact with Luke, so whatever the reason for his early departure, they had no way of finding out until he told them.
On the street below, Luke stepped up to the curb, zipping up his Windbreaker against the early-October wind. He paused at the crosswalk, then bounded across the street, disappearing into the alley separating Trevor’s building from the adjacent one. Luke was coming up to the roof, then. Something must have happened in the club.
The only telltale sign of Luke’s arrival was the faint creak of the fire escape. Then utter silence. Again, not something he’d say out loud, but those SEALs had definitely perfected the art of stealth. Luke didn’t make a single sound as he made his way onto the roof, and when he appeared out of nowhere like a damn ghost, Trevor almost jumped.
“What happened?” he demanded.
Luke shook his head, frazzled. “I got a lap dance.”
“Oh.” Trevor arched an eyebrow. “Okay.”
Without elaborating, Luke bent down and unzipped the backpack next to Trevor’s gear, rummaging around until he found what he was looking for. Popping the earpiece in, he clicked it on and said, “Holden, you read me?”
Since they were all wired in, Trevor heard Holden McCall’s response. The man was watching the club’s back entrance, and from the rustling sounds that met his ear, Trevor suspected the other man was up in a tree. “Yeah. What’s up?”
“Call D to take your place,” Luke said. “I want you to head back to the apartment and use your computer magic. Find out everything you can about one of the dancers, Livy Lovelace.”
“Is that an order, Trev?” Holden said briskly.
Trevor shot Luke a puzzled look before answering. “Yeah. Do it.”
There was a crackling sound, then radio silence. “What’s going on?” Trevor asked slowly.
“Dane’s not in that club, man. And if he is, then he’s hiding away upstairs or somewhere in the employee area.”
Luke reached into the pocket of his Windbreaker and pulled out his Marlboros. He lit one, and the orange tip glowed as he sucked hard and then exhaled a cloud of smoke into the night air. Huh. The guy was definitely on edge.
“I can go back in,” Luke added. “Try to get past those mammoth-size bouncers and snoop around, but I’m thinking we go about this another way.”
“The dancer.”
“Yeah.” Luke furrowed his brow, and he took another drag. “Something about her triggered an alarm. I asked her how she liked her job, and she just shut down. I swear, she even looked scared.”
“That’s rather flimsy.”
“Look, I can’t explain it, but my gut is telling me Morgan’s informant was right. This dancer knows something.”
“About the missing agent?”
Luke grunted in frustratration. “I don’t know. Maybe. But she warrants a closer look.”
Trevor snorted. “Another lap dance, perhaps?”
“No. Fuck, not that kind of look. But I think we need to find out more about her.”
Trevor wasn’t entirely convinced, but he’d learned to trust the instincts of the other men on the team. A soldier’s gut feeling was often the most valuable weapon in his arsenal. “Fine. We’ll find out more.” He cocked his head. “You’ll go back in tomorrow night, then?”
Luke sighed. “That might be a problem.”
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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