Page 54 of Montana Manhunt

Hanson might be a jerk, but he was wise enough to still be interested in Violet. Noah had noticed the cop’s gaze glued to the medic whenever she was in sight. Although he didn’t blame the guy since Violet was drop-dead gorgeous, he’d still prefer good old Fitz to keep his attention somewhere besides on Noah’s woman.

Since he didn’t want to risk being pulled over for a traffic violation, Noah shifted his attention to his driving. “Grant, keep an eye out for anything suspicious other than our friend in the prowl car.”

“Copy that.”

Fifteen minutes later, Noah turned into the parking garage of their hotel and parked in the slot next to Grant and Rayne’s vehicle. “We’ll take your SUV when we need to leave the hotel. It’s inconspicuous compared to the bullet holes in mine.”

The operatives climbed the stairs to the fourth floor and used the key card to unlock the suite door. Noah held up his fist and pulled out his electronic signal detector. He searched each room of the suite and removed five bugs, one in each room. When he finished the search, Noah filled a glass with water and dropped the bugs into the liquid.

“Where were they?” Grant asked.

“One in every room, including the bedrooms and bathrooms.”

“I know they’re curious about our activities,” Rayne said. “But having listening devices in our bedrooms and bathrooms is flat out creepy.”

“Agreed,” Violet said. “They know where we’re staying.”

Noah inclined his head. “Morrison isn’t a thriving metropolis. Wouldn’t take much footwork to figure out where we were.”

“I still don’t like it,” Grant muttered.

“Same.” He turned to Violet. “Do we stay here or find another hotel?”

“Another hotel. I don’t like the enemy knowing where to locate us. Wouldn’t take much to convince hotel management to allow the local police into the suite. In fact, since our electronic lock was still operational, I think they already either scored a master key card or sweet-talked management or the maid into opening the door.”

Noah glanced at Grant and Rayne. “Stay or go?”

“Go,” they said at the same time.

“Pack your gear. I’ll call Z and have him find us another place in a different town.”

While his teammates scattered to gather their belongings, Noah called Zane.

“Yeah, Murphy.”

“It’s Noah.”

“What do you need?”

“Another place to stay. When we returned to the hotel, we found five listening devices planted in the suite.”

“Sounds like you caught someone’s attention.”

“Yeah, and I don’t like it. The police aren’t cooperating, and earlier today, a sniper took several shots at us.”

“Everybody okay?”

“We’re fine. The SUV isn’t.”

Zane groaned. “The boss won’t be happy to hear that.”

“We’re aware.” He sighed. “Any chance you can run interference for us?”

A snort. “Sorry, buddy. You’re on your own.”

“Some friend you are,” Noah muttered. “Do you think the rental agency will notice a few bullet holes?”

Zane laughed.

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