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and muffling the curses he was yelling.
    She grabbed a pair of plastic cuffs hidden next to the bag and secured first his hands behind his back then his feet. She stood up and used a foot to shove him over on his back, then placed her spiked shoe on his chest.
    He twitched and jerked, cursing between gasps for air. “What the ... fuck !”
    “You wouldn’t sell me out to someone with a fatter wallet, now would you?”
    He shook his head. “You’re making a mistake, Duke.”
    “If you’ve given me even one piece of faulty intel tonight, or if I find out I’ve been played in any way, I will come for you. And when I get through with you there won’t be a part worth donating to science ... unless someone wants to make a change purse out of your nut sack.”
    “You should never make unnecessary enemies, Duke.”
    She glanced at the delicate women’s watch she’d normally never wear. 12:17. Thirteen minutes until showtime, but the hotel was a five-minute walk. She pulled the sheer sleeve that hid her muscular arm back down over the watch. Not that the women in this nightclub weren’t in shape, but she kickboxed regularly and it showed.
    Reaching inside her cape, she pulled out a switchblade and flipped the blade open.
    He didn’t flinch, just watched her with the gaze of a man considering murder.
    She picked up the satin bag and reached over to the ledge where she’d left her silver purse. It held a cell phone, a miniature camera that doubled as a tube of lipstick, and a tiny EPIRB unit the size of a grain of rice that would send out a signal the minute she activated it, much like tracking units on a deployed life raft. It had a sticky surface and she intended to plant it somewhere it would stay.
    Dropping the knife on the ground next to Snake Eyes, she walked away.
    Eleven minutes to go. Her timing was perfect.
    Sabrina had accused Margaux of being reckless, but the minute she learned that Margaux had walked into this viper pit without backup, Sabrina would change that assessment to mental.
    That wouldn’t matter unless Margaux walked out alive.
    ~*~
    Snake Eyes lifted up and struggled sideways to reach the knife. Duke is a dead bitch.
    By the time his fingers touched the cool metal, his long-legged client had strutted across the rooftop and disappeared through the exit door. He nicked his fingers and cursed while he turned the knife into position to cut through the plastic cuffs.
    The minute his hands and feet were free, he reached over for his bag of money, dragging it with him as he crab-shuffled across the rooftop. He rolled around into a sitting position next to the exit door, panting. His heart pounded like a freight train coming down the tracks and he could smell the stink of his own terror.
    No one humiliated him and got away with it.
    Pulling out his cell phone with one hand, he hit the speed dial button. He used his other hand to check the cash—all there.
    After two rings, a click at the other end of the line was the only indication the phone had been answered.
    Snake Eyes had to swallow his fear before he could croak out the words, “All done.”
    “Where is she?”
    “Headed to the club. My debt to you is cleared?”
    “As long as you did everything I said.”
    Snake Eyes wiped the sweat off his brow in spite of the freezing-ass weather. “I did. She bought every word.”
     
     

 
    CHAPTER 5
     
    If this was a trick, Logan wasn’t taking the bait. The petite brunette had just finished telling him how many ways she could rock his world once they left the Trophy Room.
    He kept the irritation out of his voice and maintained his Russian accent. “I doubt your bosses would approve of you giving it away for free and I have never been a fan of leftovers.”
    Her smile faded, but she was too tough to be insulted. “I didn’t realize you couldn’t afford this menu.”  She walked way. Finally.
    One minute before 0030 hours. Was the contact here already?
    The elevator doors swooshed open and for