“What are we going to do?” Ashley whispered. “Won’t it agitate the man if I don’t arrive at the celebration?”
Josh cursed softly and with creativity. “Ashley is right. He’ll get suspicious if she doesn’t appear soon. He’s unpredictable.”
“We need plain-clothes cops in there. If Blackwood has used Landish’s invitation, he would’ve had to show identification and go through the security line. He has changed his appearance enough to pass for Landish.” Nelson pulled up to the curb. “Ring the boss, Gerry. Ask for instructions.”
Ashley glanced out the window. They weren’t far from the hotel. A blaze of lights illuminated the forecourt and the two couples having a strident discussion with a policeman.
“Do we have a photo of this Allen Landish?” Gerry asked.
“He’s—was—in his sixties. Blond. Bl
