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“Where is our client now?”

“At my condo.”

“You sure about that?”

“That’s where I left her after she swore she would stay behind the locked door. I’ve installed a number of safety and security features. She’s safe.”

“That’s good to know, because the address our guy gave the florist for delivery was yours. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t leave her unattended from now on. I’m adding Curtis to your detail, he should be there any minute. I already texted the client to know to expect him.”

“Understood. I just wish you had called with this update instead of asking me to come meet you.”

She threw him a confused look. “I didn’t ask you to come here. You just… came here. I assumed you came looking for me.”

Blood rushed to Gus’s head, roaring.

“I got a text from you asking to meet.”

“I never sent a text.”

He didn’t even realize he had started moving until he felt Val grab his arm and yank.

“Stay calm. We’ll call 9-1-1 and head over. Curtis is probably already there.”

“He’s going for her, I have to get to her.”

“I’m right behind you.”

Gus was gone before she finished the sentence.

CHAPTER 24

BRITTANY

“Coming!” Brittany yelled, hearing the door knock from the bedroom. She was already running behind from her day because of Gus and his bedroom antics. She’d had to cut her live stream short, which was annoying, so she already felt off when Gus’s boss texted saying she was sending Curtis over to her while she was meeting with Gus. Now Curtis was knocking on her door. She was nowhere near ready for her busy day, and Gus wasn’t back yet. Hoping Curtis being there meant she could head to the convention center so she wasn’t late for her panel, Brittany rushed to the door. She stopped to look out the peephole, but the guy she saw was leaner and taller than Curtis, with a ball cap pulled down his head, a large bulky jacket covering his body. With that said, she couldn’t deny there was something familiar about him.

“Can I help you?” she yelled through the door. The guy had heard her moving around already, so she couldn’t really pretend the condo was empty.

“I was sent by your security team.” His voice was deep but a little garbled, like he was trying to make it sound deeper than it was. Still…

“What’s your name?”

“Curtis Davis.”

Brittany froze at the blatant lie. The guy she could see through the peephole was definitely not Curtis, and if he was here saying otherwise, then she was in deep, deep trouble.

“You’re not Curtis,” she told him. “I’ve met him, and you are not him.”

As Brittany watched through the peephole, the guy seemed to hesitate, the hat still pulled down over his eyes, angling himself from the peephole. But she still caught a glimpse of the side of his face finally, and realized…

“Kyle?”

As if he was dropping a mask, the man outside stood up straight, no longer bothering to hide his face. As she watched, Kyle raised his hand, one that Brittany hadn’t been able to see through the hole, revealing he was carrying a hammer—which he slammed into the doorknob.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” she screamed through the door. He didn’t answer, but Brittany sure wasn’t sticking around. She sprinted for the bedroom where she had left her phone, grabbing it to call 9-1-1—only to find she wasn’t getting a signal. Weird, since Gus’s place usually had five bars, but she there was no time to troubleshoot it. Instead, she put her phone in the pocket of her shorts and locked the bedroom door. The banging on the front door continued as Brittany fought with the heavy dresser to push it against the door as a barricade. She got it in place just as she heard the front door bang open.

And then silence.

She took the time to look around the room, searching for anything that could be used as a weapon, but didn’t findanything. The room had windows, but no balcony, no fire escape.

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