Chapter Eighteen
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to the hotel. We got onto the elevator and were confronted with our first problem. It required a key to get up to the penthouse and the terrace level above it where the Olympians lived.
Thank goodness I had an engineer with me. Tres opened the panel inside the elevator and did some rewiring. Within a few seconds, we were on our way up. In the confinement of the elevator, I glanced at his square jaw and curved lips, realizing how sexy math and technology were.
The door opened to the penthouse level. Three large male devotees stood on the other side of the elevator doors. They looked us up and down from their spots. With menace in their tense postures, they stepped shoulder to shoulder, blocking our path to the doors spaced out along the
