Chapter 15

The curtains were drawn. A sliver of light peeked through the center gap, and the muffled sound of men’s laughter drifted from within. She tucked the tracker into her purse and knocked on the door.

The laughter ceased. She deliberately stepped to the side and ducked her head so it wouldn’t be obvious to whoever looked through the peephole who was on the other side.

“Go away!” A voice called through the door. She didn’t think it was Brandon. “I’m busy.”

She wasn’t about to draw attention by raising her voice. She knocked again, this time longer, harder.

She heard whispering and shuffling, then nothing. She waited several seconds for the sound of the lock turning, but nobody approached the door. With a sigh of frustration, she knocked again, using the blunt side of her fist.

The door flew open while she still had her fist upraised. “What…” The man’s voice trailed as his attention fixed on her face. He studied her for another second before slamming the door