MICH’S FOOT TAPPED rapidly as she waited for Themarican to locate the correct keycard. He sorted through his large ring of cards with meticulous care. She wanted to rip the ring from his hand and find it herself. Or pull out her g*n, shove it up his nostrils and demand answers. What she really wanted to know was where the hell Wen had disappeared to. Instead, she waited with increasing impatience for the guard to find the damned keycard.
“I’m not supposed to do this,” he grumbled worriedly. All right, she got it, he wasn’t happy, and her presence was putting him further on edge. That his first assumption was that she’d resort to lethal force told her a lot about the usual clientele. Being polite and understanding might work faster. She backed up a few steps to give the man breathing room.
