The formerly hostile guard nodded. “Any friend of yours, Mr. Tyler.”
“Actually, this is a friend of Dr. Tam’s,” the man said, as he ushered her into the elevator.
Catching a sight of her face in the mirrored interior of the elevator, she realized her mouth was open. “You don’t work here do you?”
He grinned and cocked his head to the side. “In a way I do. You can call me Trick. Everyone does.”
Still sleepy and confused, she shook her head. He laughed. “Well, at least give Eric hell for me.”
“You know Eric? Through Calen McLachlan?”
Trick lifted a shoulder. “I met him before he started working for Calen, at a poker tournament. And this is a little tit for tat for the rematch I’m never going to get…”
Oh. “Because he doesn’t gamble anymore…”
Trick grinned. “That’s right.”
The elevator door opened on the third floor and he waved her out, but he stayed in the elevator. “Room seven,” he said, still smiling irrepressibly.
“Thank you,” she said, just as the door closed hiding him from view. She turned to the door, finding seven easily. This floor only had five rooms.
Time to get my game face on. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.