Colby Control. Debra Webb

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      Nora had a feeling there was more to this than she knew. Jim had gone over the file with her, but something about the client had sounded personal to him on some level. When she’d asked, he had dismissed the question by moving on to the next topic.

      A little jaunt on the Internet last night hadn’t provided Nora with any sort of personal connection between the client and the Colbys, but her instincts were buzzing with the idea that there was something beneath the surface. This was more than just another case. A lot more.

      Maybe her new partner had a little inside info. At this point she didn’t see any reason for him not to share. “Does the Colby Agency generally take cases with such a personal connection?”

      Tallant turned from his surveillance of the blonde to stare with no small amount of frustration directly at Nora. “We’ve gone over the strategy for this assignment.” He thrust his half-empty glass at her. “Don’t ignore check-in time,” he reminded as she took the glass. Then he walked away.

      Nora glared at the glass, then at his back. She was to check in with him every hour when they were separated. No exceptions.

      This … no, he was going to be a major pain in the butt.

      Nora caught a passing waiter and placed the tumbler on his tray, then smiled appreciatively.

      Time to interject her own strategy into this game. He hadn’t specifically said she couldn’t.

      When Tallant was fully engaged in conversation with the other woman, Nora headed for the bank of elevators in the glamorous lobby.

      The Colby Agency had their way of doing things. But in Nora’s opinion there were far more direct methods. She stepped onto the elevator and selected the twelfth floor. Leaning against the back wall of the empty car, she clutched her satin purse close to her chest. Traveling via commercial airliner these days made it difficult to carry one’s tools of the trade. But she had devised methods for getting around the possibility of her checked bag being inspected. Incorporating various listening devices and breaking-and-entering tools into her jewelry, cosmetics and such worked like a charm every time.

      On the twelfth floor she exited the elevator car and strolled to room 1221. Dr. Vandiver was having a drink with friends in the lobby bar downstairs. According to the waiter serving his table, the group had ordered an appetizer from the restaurant next door. He wasn’t going anywhere.

      Nora surveyed the door to his room. He would never know she’d been here. With a quick glance right, then left, she gingerly plucked the access card from her purse and slid it into the electronic lock. A small wireless scanner about the size of a makeup compact flashed red, then yellow and finally green. The light on the door’s lock went to green. Nora opened the door, simultaneously removing the access card from the locking mechanism.

      And she was in.

      When the door had closed with a soft click behind her, she surveyed the suite. Same layout as the one she had two floors below but far larger and grander. Management likely ensured that Vandiver always got a VIP suite. Unlike Nora’s small sitting room, this one was immense, with a generous balcony overlooking the famous Strip. The first of three telephones sat on a table next to an elegant sofa. Less than a minute was required to place the bug in the cordless handset.

      A dozen steps across the plush carpet and she entered the well-appointed bedroom with its enormous bed piled with lush bedding. Vandiver’s luggage stood near the walk-in closet, untouched as of yet. The luxurious bed, flanked by wide tables and proud lamps, and a distinctive highboy-style chest of drawers lined the walls not adorned with exquisite art or imposing windows. Two lush chairs, separated by another gleaming ornate table, stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall window framing a gorgeous view of the miles of bold, brash architecture and exotic lights that set Sin City apart from any other.

      The second phone, on the table to the left of the bed, was the next target. Her fingers moved deftly as she installed the tiny device. The third phone was in the en suite bathroom. Yards and yards of sleek marble and state-of-the-art fixtures cloaked the room. Thick white towels hung on warming racks.

      A few seconds more and her work was done.

      Nora made her way back to the sitting room and paused long enough to sync her cell phone with those in the room by putting a call through directly to the room. She slid the phone back into her crowded clutch purse and headed for the door.

      Tallant would be wondering where she’d gotten off to. She was supposed to be hanging out in the bar, watching Vandiver.

      Her accomplishment here would do a hell of a lot more good than watching the guy sip Scotch and nibble at finger foods.

      She had no intention of spending any more time than absolutely necessary on this assignment with Tallant. The sooner she was back in Chicago, the happier she would be. Her rotation with him would be over and her next assignment would be with someone else.

      Anyone else would be fine by her.

      The shadow of his tall frame flitted across her mind’s eye. She shook off the distant yearning that accompanied the image.

      No man had ever gotten to her in such an annoying manner. The vague idea that she was deeply entrenched in denial frustrated her all the more.

      She didn’t like him. End of story.

      At the entry door she reached for the handle; the distinct hum of the electronic lock stopped her dead in her tracks.

      An even more distinct click warned that someone was about to enter the room.

      She flattened against the wall just in time for the door to open. It stopped mere centimeters from her nose. Nora held her breath.

      “Yes, I’m aware of the consequences.”

      Vandiver strode across the room, his cell phone pressed against his ear in one hand, the other working his tie loose from his throat.

      Nora remained stone still, her lungs bursting to draw in more air, as he wandered left toward the bedroom, still struggling with the knot in his tie and speaking firmly to the person on the other end of the line.

      “That’s out of the question,” Vandiver snapped as he disappeared into the bedroom.

      Nora dared to breathe.

      She had to get out of here before he came back into the sitting room.

      Tallant would kill her if she got caught.

      Holding her breath once more, she reached toward the door handle.

      The spray of water in the bathroom stalled her escape once more.

      Vandiver was preparing to take a shower.

      That could work to her benefit in a very big way. If he’d left his cell phone in the bedroom … she could add a device to it, as well.

      What a break that would be ….

      Tallant’s voice rang in her ears. Don’t make a single move without my approval.

      Okay, so maybe he had warned her not to СКАЧАТЬ