Page 20 of Secrets and Lies

“What Met heist?” Drake’s brows rose, and then understanding lit his face. “Alex.” He glanced around the lobby. “Let’s go into the manager’s office so you can fill us in.”

Hawk glanced at his watch. “Sure, but can you have someone let me know if Davis tries to leave?”

Drake nodded. He hurried across the lobby, something Hawk never thought he’d see, and said something to one of the women behind the desk. He gestured to Hawk, then pointed to the manager’s office. He met Hawk and Jake near the door, then they all entered the inner sanctum and shut themselves inside.

Drake sat behind the desk and motioned for Hawk to speak.

“I should’ve known something was up when Mitch asked me about Drake’s whereabouts last night,” Jake commented first, as he sat down.

Hawk shrugged. “I don’t know anything about that. All I’ve learned I got from Remy, who spoke to Lacy a while ago.” He proceeded to fill both men in.

“So, Davis made the call,” Drake reaffirmed.

“Yes.” Hawk stood. “And now I have to go down and figure out what the hell is going on and who is really behind it.”

Drake also stood. “Let me know what you find out. I’ll reach out to Mitch and Gage and see if there’s anything I can do.”

Hawk nodded and strolled over to the door. With his hand on the knob, he turned to Drake and Jake. “One thing you can do is ignore any complaints you might get of a man screaming in the Central Park Suite.”

“Will do,” Drake chuckled.

“Let me know if you need any help,” Jake offered. “Been a while since I broke some bones. And I’d love my refresher course to be Davis’s fingers,”

Hawk grinned and nodded. “Absolutely.”

A few minutes later, he arrived outside Davis’s suite. He knocked on the door and listened as footsteps approached. The door swung wide and Austin’s assistant, Floyd Armstrong, stood there. “What do you want?” he demanded.

“To see your boss.”

“He’s busy,” the other man said and started to close the door.

Hawk took a step forward and slammed against the door.

Armstrong wasn’t expecting it and stumbled backward. “What the hell,” he demanded.

“Like I said, I’m here to see your boss.” Hawk strode into the suite and found Austin Davis sitting on the couch in front of massive floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. He was on the phone.

“Hang up,” Hawk said as he sat down in a chair across from Davis.

Davis frowned and turned to glare at Armstrong, who had followed Hawk into the room. He gestured toward Hawk with his chin and nodded toward the door. Davis was trying to get rid of him.

“You need to leave,” Armstrong said in a quiet voice, but his tone was clear; they weren’t asking. They were telling.

Hawk didn’t give a shit. This cocksucker and his cronies were assholes of the first order. They’d done unspeakable things and gotten people killed. It was only because the President insisted they keep him alive that he was still breathing. But that didn’t mean that breath had to be pain free.

“Get. Off. The. Phone,” Hawk barked in a loud voice completely ignoring the pissant assistant.

Davis glared at him and then stood. He started around the couch as if he was going to leave the room. Hawk started forward but Armstrong blocked his path. “You need to leave before I call security.”

“Security won’t answer your call,” he informed the other man. “Davis,” he growled, “we need to talk now.”

Davis shook his head and hurried toward a staircase that presumably took him up to the bedroom. Hawk feinted left, as if to move around Armstrong, but the other man grabbed his arm. Hawk immediately drew his arm back and let loose with a hard right to Armstrong’s jaw. The man dropped like a stone. He was out cold.

Davis stood there staring at Hawk as he started forward. “I’ll have to call you back,” Davis said into the phone and hung up.

“Wise choice,” Hawk offered.

“Archer Gray is not going to be pleased when he hears one of his people is going around threatening me and hitting my assistant.” Davis gave Hawk a smug smile. “Shall I call and tell him?”

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