EIGHTEEN
A young woman answered the door. Roxie didn’t wait for an invitation into the hotel suite. She pushed the door aside and strode in, giving the woman no choice but to move. Just as she expected, Porter was at the head of the central table with a few of his underlings standing around him.
With a brow raise, she side-nodded in the bedroom’s direction and maintained her momentum. What she had to say wasn’t suitable for an audience.
Opening the door, she went inside, dumped her purse on the bed and spun around just as Porter closed the door behind him.
“Ro—”
“It’s bullshit.”
“I can’t talk to you about this,” Porter said, careful in his words as he progressed deeper into the room. “He’s a material witness.”
For anyone threatening Zairn, her patience was zero. “No,” she said, rais
