28 Ryan Stack’s appearance belied a shrewd mind. From her research, Harper knew the guy was suspected of organised crime, but no evidence could stick. He remained isolated from the crimes, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t involved.
She threw open the door to the DJ’s perch. The guard didn’t obstruct her. After the silence of Ryan’s suite, the noise and lights and odour were momentarily disorienting. To her left, the DJ continued to bob his head and pump his fist, oblivious to everything that transpired behind his back. Harper resisted the urge to glance at the window where she was certain Ryan was watching her departure. She went down the steps, holding the Glock close to her hip as she circumnavigated the dance floor.
Everything she knew about Ryan Stack told her he would not attempt anythi
