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surveillance equipment. If there were hidden cameras, his search would alert those who’d rigged their room, but he decided to risk detection.
Instinct told him the cameras were activated whenever the voyeurs were present to prevent the need to search hours of meaningless film for the good stuff. They were probably able to guess times when the occupants were present since most guests would attend the gala dinners and special nights. Either that, or they had resort staff alert them once guests entered their rooms.
He moved around the walls in a systematic manner, searching every conceivable hiding place for audio and video devices.
Finding nothing, he checked his watch. Perhaps it was as he’d thought—they’d lucked out scoring a room for voyeurs to access, making the addition of sound unnecessary. Or, they’d decided it would be easier to add a soundtrack later, something with more appeal for their audiences than the words of an innocent actor.
He paused and grimaced. Nah, couldn’t be that simple. Surely, they’d want sound? Jack crossed to the bed and sat while he considered the problem. Where the hell could they hide sound equipment? Enlightenment hit, along with a feral grin of triumph. Under the bloody bed.
Bingo , he thought less than a minute after his brainwave. The equipment wasn’t recording at present, which backed up his supposition about their recording times. They didn’t want to waste film. He tugged at the wiring in such a way that it appeared as if the resort staff had damaged it while vacuuming under the bed. He’d check each time they returned. It should be simple enough now he knew the location of the equipment.
He wandered over to the window and stared out at the sea view. Should Emma’s absence concern him?
Outside, the sun was starting to set. Ribbons of fiery red and orange spread across the horizon as the sun sank lower. Over on the mainland, people started to switch on their lights and they twinkled in pockets of illumination along the coast.
Jack paced the length of the bedroom and back. Time for a drink. Tension whitened his knuckles, and he didn’t have to think too hard to analyze the cause. Emma . He checked his watch again before deciding to shower and change for the themed pirate dinner.
Half an hour later, Jack was ready, dressed in tight black trousers and a loose white shirt that made him feel like a sissy. Tight black leather boots encased his feet and calves. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and snorted. He’d be glad when this assignment ended and his life reverted to normal. Meanwhile, he was really looking forward to the tarts and vicars night later in the week.
What the devil was Emma doing? Although they hadn’t agreed on a meeting time, he’d implied it would be before dinner. In his mind at least. He grabbed the keycard, thrust it inside his back trouser pocket and slammed outside. If something had happened to her, he’d never forgive himself. And if she didn’t have a good reason for not showing up and worrying him, he’d wring her bloody neck.
The bar near the restaurant was hopping, full of pirates ready to plunder and party the night away. Emma wasn’t there. A few people had drifted into the restaurant and the reception area, but still no sign of her.
The pool bar wasn’t as busy but there was a cluster of people, mainly men at the far end of the outdoor balcony. Despite the warmth of the evening, a gas heater burned above the table where the group sat. Roars of laughter filled the air followed by the odd groan.
“Come on, Emma,” a male voice chided loudly. “Concentrate.”
Jack’s gut tightened as he strode to the massed group.
“Forget what he told you, love.” The voice was low and slurred. “Don’t concentrate. Get your gear off. Show us your pussy.”
Jack elbowed his way through the men crowding around the table.
A tall, thin office-worker type snapped, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Jack cast
Instinct told him the cameras were activated whenever the voyeurs were present to prevent the need to search hours of meaningless film for the good stuff. They were probably able to guess times when the occupants were present since most guests would attend the gala dinners and special nights. Either that, or they had resort staff alert them once guests entered their rooms.
He moved around the walls in a systematic manner, searching every conceivable hiding place for audio and video devices.
Finding nothing, he checked his watch. Perhaps it was as he’d thought—they’d lucked out scoring a room for voyeurs to access, making the addition of sound unnecessary. Or, they’d decided it would be easier to add a soundtrack later, something with more appeal for their audiences than the words of an innocent actor.
He paused and grimaced. Nah, couldn’t be that simple. Surely, they’d want sound? Jack crossed to the bed and sat while he considered the problem. Where the hell could they hide sound equipment? Enlightenment hit, along with a feral grin of triumph. Under the bloody bed.
Bingo , he thought less than a minute after his brainwave. The equipment wasn’t recording at present, which backed up his supposition about their recording times. They didn’t want to waste film. He tugged at the wiring in such a way that it appeared as if the resort staff had damaged it while vacuuming under the bed. He’d check each time they returned. It should be simple enough now he knew the location of the equipment.
He wandered over to the window and stared out at the sea view. Should Emma’s absence concern him?
Outside, the sun was starting to set. Ribbons of fiery red and orange spread across the horizon as the sun sank lower. Over on the mainland, people started to switch on their lights and they twinkled in pockets of illumination along the coast.
Jack paced the length of the bedroom and back. Time for a drink. Tension whitened his knuckles, and he didn’t have to think too hard to analyze the cause. Emma . He checked his watch again before deciding to shower and change for the themed pirate dinner.
Half an hour later, Jack was ready, dressed in tight black trousers and a loose white shirt that made him feel like a sissy. Tight black leather boots encased his feet and calves. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and snorted. He’d be glad when this assignment ended and his life reverted to normal. Meanwhile, he was really looking forward to the tarts and vicars night later in the week.
What the devil was Emma doing? Although they hadn’t agreed on a meeting time, he’d implied it would be before dinner. In his mind at least. He grabbed the keycard, thrust it inside his back trouser pocket and slammed outside. If something had happened to her, he’d never forgive himself. And if she didn’t have a good reason for not showing up and worrying him, he’d wring her bloody neck.
The bar near the restaurant was hopping, full of pirates ready to plunder and party the night away. Emma wasn’t there. A few people had drifted into the restaurant and the reception area, but still no sign of her.
The pool bar wasn’t as busy but there was a cluster of people, mainly men at the far end of the outdoor balcony. Despite the warmth of the evening, a gas heater burned above the table where the group sat. Roars of laughter filled the air followed by the odd groan.
“Come on, Emma,” a male voice chided loudly. “Concentrate.”
Jack’s gut tightened as he strode to the massed group.
“Forget what he told you, love.” The voice was low and slurred. “Don’t concentrate. Get your gear off. Show us your pussy.”
Jack elbowed his way through the men crowding around the table.
A tall, thin office-worker type snapped, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Jack cast
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