Page 134 of Menace in Vegas

“Too late,” Jake mutters.

Cole cracks his knuckles. “We should split up. Check the lobby, restrooms?—”

Before we can act, a security guard walks by, grumbling into his radio. “Yeah, yeah, the elevator’s stuck again. Some guy and a woman are in there.”

We all freeze.

Connor raises a brow. “What did he just say?”

Chloe turns wide eyes to Tara. “You don’t think?—”

Jake already has his hands on his hips, looking done with all of us. “Of course, Daltyn’s the one stuck in an elevator.”

Ford sighs, then claps his hands together. “Alright, troops. Let’s move out.”

The elevator is, in fact, stuck.

We take the stairs—so many stairs—splitting up and storming random hallways like a drunken SWAT team, hoping Jake is wrong and Daltyn isn’t in the elevator.

Eventually, Connor and I slow down.

Just as we round the next corner, Daltyn appears, looking way too calm for someone who’s been MIA.

“There you are!” I breathe, relieved. “What the hell happened?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Uh… got stuck in an elevator.”

Connor crosses his arms. “And?”

Daltyn shifts. “And… helped a woman out with her psycho ex.”

Connor stares at him, brow lifted. “That all?”

Daltyn glares. “Yes.”

Connor smirks. “Mmhmm.”

Before Daltyn can say anything else, the rest of the crew finds us. It’s a flurry of chaos as everyone talks over one another, asking Daltyn questions he clearly doesn’t want to answer.

I meet Harper’s eyes.

“Let’s get some dinner.”

There’s a chorus of agreement. Everyone seems to settle down.

Good. Maybe this group won’t accidentally cause more trouble.

* * *

I should’ve known better.

Dinner is chaos.

Cole tries to order a hundred chicken nuggets just to see if the waiter will say no.

Ford keeps distracting Harper by murmuring dirty things in her ear.

Gram flirts shamelessly with the bartender and somehow ends up behind the bar, making drinks.

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