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uniformed security man behind him.
    “Miss McGaffigan, are you all right?” His leather shoe crushed the cup into the carpet as he reached her in three long strides. “Are you hurt?”
    She shook her head. “I’m fine. I just came back to … this.”
    He glanced around, and his mouth tightened. “Is anything missing?”
    “I don’t know. I haven’t looked. I just came in, saw this, and called security.”
    His fierce look softened, and she swore she saw compassion in his eyes. “So you haven’t touched anything.”
    “No. I thought it might contaminate the crime scene or something.”
    He chuckled. “You watch too much TV.”
    “Guess so.” She let out a breath. “What do we do now?”
    “You need to check and see if anything is missing. I’ll send Peterson here to take a look at the security tapes for this corridor.”
    “All right.” Dreading the ordeal, she went into the bedroom.
    *   *   *
    Adrian straightened as she left the room. He glanced around at the careless destruction. Anger simmered beneath the surface, and he clenched his jaw. The bastards. Did they think he wouldn’t know what they were doing?
    “Peterson.” He met the security man halfway across the room. “Go down to security and take a look at the tapes for this floor. Let’s see who might have done this.”
    “Yes, Mr. Gray. Do you want me to send a guy up to be on the door?”
    “That depends on what we see on the tapes.” He met Peterson’s gaze and had no trouble snaring his unremarkable mind. “Go downstairs, Peterson. Miss McGaffigan is fine.”
    Peterson’s round features settled into a familiar vacant expression. “Miss McGaffigan seems to be fine. I’m going to go downstairs.”
    “Yes.” Adrian took the man’s arm and steered him toward the door. “To security. To look at the tapes.”
    “I’ll check those tapes, sir.”
    “Thank you, Peterson.” Adrian waited until the burly guard had left the room, then turned toward the bedroom. He stepped into the doorway and watched Cara.
    She looked so lost, standing in front of the closet with the safe in the back of it standing open, staring at her clothing dumped on the floor. He had thought it would be a good idea to have her here in Vegas, a simple way to draw Danny out into the open. It had been an easy matter to make Bartow invite her, believing it was all his own idea. But now it appeared Cara had become a problem Adrian had not foreseen.
    He regretted it had come to this.
    “Miss McGaffigan.”
    She spun to face him, her brow creasing. “I haven’t had a chance to check my suitcases, but all my valuables are still in the safe where I left them. It was still locked when I came in here.”
    “That’s good news.” He held her gaze, stepped closer. Reached out with his mind. “This has been hard on you.”
    “Yes.” Her eyes took on a dreamy cast, her expression open and malleable. “Very hard for me.”
    “You’re a complication.” He came closer and couldn’t resist reaching out to smooth a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She made no protest; she was completely his to control. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but I have to make sure you’re out of the way. For good.”

CHAPTER FIVE
    Bartow knew more than he let on.
    Rafe got into the elevator after his meeting on the executive floor and punched the button for the lobby. The casino manager had been lying, that much was certain. And Gray—well, there was definitely something weird there. Rafe couldn’t read the guy, but then he could turn his head seconds later and read Bartow like a book. So obviously the problems he had been having with his abilities had to do less with him and more with whom he was trying to read.
    Take Danny, for instance. He could concentrate on him and—
    Flash . Danny Cangialosi was walking down the street, hands in the pockets of his hooded sweatshirt.
    Rafe’s heart raced, and he struggled to hold the vision. Where was it? He’d barely completed the