An hour later, there was a knock on the door. Cam made sure her gun was in her gown pocket before she called out, “Yes?”
“Miss Stuard? I have a delivery for you.” It was a strange voice. It definitely wasn’t Carlos.
“Just leave it outside the door,” Cam called out. “I’ll get it later.”
Then she heard laughter. “I don’t think you want to leave it out here, Laura.” That was Carlos.
Cam nodded to Tad who went to the door and opened it.
Carlos and another man walked into the room and Tad closed the door.
“Very nice to see you again,” Cam said, smiling up at him from the overstuffed chair she was lounging in. “Have a seat. I’m afraid the only thing I have to offer you is scotch. That’s all I usually drink,” she said as she indicated the bottle on the table next to the window. “I think the
