Chapter Twenty-Nine
A pounding knock at the door brings my head up from the pillow. I get my second shock of the morning when no one answers it.
No guards staked out in the living room while we sleep. No announcement of who’s at the door.
“Ms. Jones, it’s Dane and Erick,” I hear a voice announce in the distance. “We’re under strict instructions not to enter the suite until you say it is okay for us to come in.”
I look down at myself still n***d from the night before. Then call back, “Hold on!” as I stumble out of the bed and paw through the closet until I find a kaftan. I haven’t answered a door in so long, it feels surreal and foreign as I turn the knob.
“What’s going on?” I ask the two muscular men with shaved heads and Bluetooth ear pieces who stand on the other side of the door.
