Page 79 of Forbidden Need

“Probably not, but we can spar after, if you want.”

“Thanks, I’m still sore from the last session.”

“With me or your guy?”

That salacious tone was hilarious. The Doherty was funny. Somehow it had never occurred to her before their introduction.

“Could go either way, I guess,” she said.

“And those guys, the ones we’re protecting ourselves from, they don’t care if you’re sore. They don’t care if you’re tired. They don’t care—”

“I get it, you’re right…” Funny wasn’t Whisper’s only attribute. Mrs. Doherty-McDade was savvy too. “I just talked to one of my grandfather’s security guys.”

“Get anything juicy?”

“A number for his housekeeper and word on the security guy working that night. Something doesn’t sit right.”

“Trust your gut,” Whisper said. “His story doesn’t add up?”

“He talked about the access logs in his statement to police. I went to find them, but they’re digitized. Guy I spoke to said no one was in or out, but it would be good to know if someone tampered with the logs. Maybe the cops are on it.” She’d have to ask Lachlan. “They’d have checked that, right? If only we had full access to their investigation so far. I don’t want to go down the wrong road or waste time—”

“I know a guy.”

“You know a guy?”

“Who’ll check out the logs thing for you.”

“I thought you weren’t from around here?”

“Don’t have to be. Digital is universal. He can hack just the same here as in New York.”

“Okay, thanks.” She paused. “Where is Nicki?”

“Pretty Nicki? The Grand, how come?”

“Who’s on the door?”

“Ask Niall,” Whisper said. “He’ll have a system. You looking to sneak in there?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m game. We can split the pot.”

Her lips curled. “Think our guys would like that?”

“We’ll be richer; they’ll forgive us. And we’ll make it up to them, that’s what sex is for.”

“Except we’d be helping the Byrnes.” The Dohertys blood enemy. “They put the price on her head.”

“Hmm, good point,” Whisper muttered like she was weighing the decision.

“Is she in a suite?”

“Room eight, thirty-two.”

“Oh, she won’t like that. Just a room?”

“It’s for her own protection,” Whisper said. “People are less likely to look for her there… and she ain’t picking up the tab. Biz closed all her accounts.”

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