“Wow, look at the costumed horde in the crosswalk. Looks like an invasion,” Alexa craned her neck from the back passenger seat of the limo. “I can’t even see the street going down the Strip.” Flashing casino signs marked each hotel and gambling room. She now understood why Zeke insisted on renting a small jet to fly to Vegas.
Earlier that morning, Nick had taken her to her home to pack for the trip. They’d discussed the most recent attempt on Zeke’s life and agreed that getting out of town for a bit was wise—just not telling anyone where they were going. His government contact hadn’t noticed any suspicious activity at his location, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t some quiet threat. When they got back, they would plan a trap for whoever was hiring the assassins.
Zeke followed her line o
