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turned down. So if you don’t know anyone to get you in
then you aren’t going in there.”
“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath. The one place I was sure
to find some answers was the one most unattainable. I’d figure out a way …
somehow. For now I would just go to my next choice. Surely I’d be able to get
into that one.
After three hours of searching through the crowd for the man
with the dragon tattoo on his neck, I decided it was time to give up for the
night. It was three in the morning and I smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap
perfume from all the women trying to rub their shit on me. The night was deemed
unproductive for me other than the time I spent with Claire. I planned on going
over my notes with her later in the day to see if she knew of the places I
needed to go. Hopefully, with her experience in the big city she’d be able to
help and direct me in the right directions.
When I got back to the hotel, I took a quick shower and
climbed into the bed beside Claire. She was still sleeping peacefully and it
wasn’t long before I passed out along with her.
Mason was still asleep beside me with his arm draped over my
stomach when I woke up. My muscles were sore from our many trysts the night
before, but at least it was a good sore. Slipping out of bed, I snuck off to
the ‘her’ bathroom since the suite we got had a his and her bathroom. I washed
up and did my usual morning routine before walking back into the suite,
thinking that since an hour had gone by Mason would be up … but he wasn’t. He
was still sound asleep.
Hmm … interesting.
It wasn’t until I saw the note on the desk that I realized
why he was still passed out on the bed; he had gone out last night. Deep down I
knew he was itching to get started, and I didn’t blame him. He had a job to do,
but he was also trying to find out who killed his friend and the other men. I
was going to help him whether he liked it or not, even if he wanted me to
leave.
Also, on the desk was a file that I didn’t remember seeing
last night. It had to be the file for the case. Would it be illegal to look
at it since I am a civilian? I wondered. Mason hadn’t talked to me about
the specifics yet of where he was supposed to look or who to look out for. Surely,
he wouldn’t care if I read through it, would he?
Opening the file, the first thing I came to was a picture of
Mason’s deceased friend and his wife who was currently missing. I never thought
the bad shit you saw in movies or on the news would ever happen to me, at least
until my brother went over the deep end with Melissa and kidnapped her.
Anything could happen to anyone; it was all real, and Mason had to deal with it
every day. I flipped past the many pictures of the deceased fighters who had
been killed, not recognizing any of their names, and moved on to the list of
places and acquaintances of the deceased.
None of the acquaintances names sounded familiar, except
when I got to the places of interest my eyes went wide in shock and I gasped. I
knew them all, some of them I knew really well, and most of them I had been to
when I lived in Vegas. One of them, however, I knew very well. It was a place I
used to work at, a place where I could live my life and do whatever the hell I
wanted. However, that wasn’t what had my heart pounding out of control. It was
the fact that the place I considered to be a safe haven was the number one
suspect place on Mason’s list.
Holy shit, what’s going on? Why would it be the number
one suspect spot?
I didn’t realize I had said the question out loud until I heard
Mason’s gravelly voice call out behind me, making me jump in the seat. “I see
you got curious and decided to go snooping.”
Quickly, I closed the file and turned to face him. “I wanted
to see if there was anything I could do to help you and to see what you were up
against here. Besides, you left the file out anyway so if you didn’t want me
looking at it then
then you aren’t going in there.”
“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath. The one place I was sure
to find some answers was the one most unattainable. I’d figure out a way …
somehow. For now I would just go to my next choice. Surely I’d be able to get
into that one.
After three hours of searching through the crowd for the man
with the dragon tattoo on his neck, I decided it was time to give up for the
night. It was three in the morning and I smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap
perfume from all the women trying to rub their shit on me. The night was deemed
unproductive for me other than the time I spent with Claire. I planned on going
over my notes with her later in the day to see if she knew of the places I
needed to go. Hopefully, with her experience in the big city she’d be able to
help and direct me in the right directions.
When I got back to the hotel, I took a quick shower and
climbed into the bed beside Claire. She was still sleeping peacefully and it
wasn’t long before I passed out along with her.
Mason was still asleep beside me with his arm draped over my
stomach when I woke up. My muscles were sore from our many trysts the night
before, but at least it was a good sore. Slipping out of bed, I snuck off to
the ‘her’ bathroom since the suite we got had a his and her bathroom. I washed
up and did my usual morning routine before walking back into the suite,
thinking that since an hour had gone by Mason would be up … but he wasn’t. He
was still sound asleep.
Hmm … interesting.
It wasn’t until I saw the note on the desk that I realized
why he was still passed out on the bed; he had gone out last night. Deep down I
knew he was itching to get started, and I didn’t blame him. He had a job to do,
but he was also trying to find out who killed his friend and the other men. I
was going to help him whether he liked it or not, even if he wanted me to
leave.
Also, on the desk was a file that I didn’t remember seeing
last night. It had to be the file for the case. Would it be illegal to look
at it since I am a civilian? I wondered. Mason hadn’t talked to me about
the specifics yet of where he was supposed to look or who to look out for. Surely,
he wouldn’t care if I read through it, would he?
Opening the file, the first thing I came to was a picture of
Mason’s deceased friend and his wife who was currently missing. I never thought
the bad shit you saw in movies or on the news would ever happen to me, at least
until my brother went over the deep end with Melissa and kidnapped her.
Anything could happen to anyone; it was all real, and Mason had to deal with it
every day. I flipped past the many pictures of the deceased fighters who had
been killed, not recognizing any of their names, and moved on to the list of
places and acquaintances of the deceased.
None of the acquaintances names sounded familiar, except
when I got to the places of interest my eyes went wide in shock and I gasped. I
knew them all, some of them I knew really well, and most of them I had been to
when I lived in Vegas. One of them, however, I knew very well. It was a place I
used to work at, a place where I could live my life and do whatever the hell I
wanted. However, that wasn’t what had my heart pounding out of control. It was
the fact that the place I considered to be a safe haven was the number one
suspect place on Mason’s list.
Holy shit, what’s going on? Why would it be the number
one suspect spot?
I didn’t realize I had said the question out loud until I heard
Mason’s gravelly voice call out behind me, making me jump in the seat. “I see
you got curious and decided to go snooping.”
Quickly, I closed the file and turned to face him. “I wanted
to see if there was anything I could do to help you and to see what you were up
against here. Besides, you left the file out anyway so if you didn’t want me
looking at it then
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