unit.
Sometimes ignorance was bliss.
Rick didn’t need Sierra scared out of her mind that he, Chris and Brody were talking about this stalker possibly carrying a gun rather than a camera. Being photographed without her knowledge had freaked her out enough.
As long as Rick and GAPS were on the job, she wouldn’t need to know any of those things, or how much danger she might really be in.
He drew in a deep breath. “Okay, Ms. Cox here has a job to get to so let’s sweep the bathroom and bedroom first so she can get ready.”
“All righty. The bedroom it is.” Chris grinned, acting his usual foolish self.
What Chris seemed to forget was that now Rick had a way to keep him in line. “Behave or I’ll tell Darci on you.”
“Oh, that reminds me. Darci wants an autograph. You wanna ask Miss Sierra or should I?” Chris asked.
Rick rolled his eyes at the ridiculous request.
Enemy surveillance and snipers were all things he had been trained to deal with, but this job came with a whole other set of challenges. He’d battled sandstorms and heat, cold and snow, enemy fighters and warlords, but he’d be damned if he knew how to fight fame the likes of Sierra Cox’s.
“Rick. You coming?” Brody’s summons from the doorway of the bedroom knocked Rick out of his own head.
“Yeah. I’m coming.” He paused by Sierra, standing in her pajamas, clutching her coffee mug and looking less than happy to have her privacy invaded further. “I’m sorry about this, but I’ll feel a lot better after we sweep those rooms.”
Her lips formed a tight line but she nodded her agreement.
That was probably all he could hope to get while there were three men, who were strangers to her, pawing through her bedroom and bathroom.
He decided to throw her a bone. “We’ll take that run at the lot today. Okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” She didn’t even reward him with a smile.
Oh well. He’d tried.
“Fucking hell.” The sound of Chris cussing in the next room had Rick running to catch up to them.
Tripping to a stop in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, he saw Brody standing on the edge of the bathtub. The device he held up above his head was lit up like a damn string of Christmas tree lights.
Rick didn’t need to ask what was wrong. He could figure that out all on his own. Brody had detected something in the ceiling tile. Something Rick had missed during his manual sweep last night.
Brody handed off the device to Chris and pressed against the ceiling tile with both palms. A few seconds later, he had the tile free of the supports. Tile in hand, Brody stepped down.
Both Chris and Rick moved in closer and they all saw what the device had detected.
“Pin hole camera stuck right in the damn acoustic tile.” Brody grasped it between two fingers and squinted at it. “Looks like it’s got a microphone built in too.”
“Eyes and ears. He is one serious mother fucker.” Chris shook his head.
Chris had it right.This was no amateur stalker with a cell phone camera. At the sound of a gasp, Rick turned and saw Sierra standing in the doorway, white faced and shaking.
Rick was shaken by the discovery himself. He could only imagine how badly Sierra was. But he was the professional here. It was his job to stay cool and, more importantly, keep her calm.
“You all right?”
She certainly didn’t look all right. Rick took the coffee mug from her hand before she dropped it and put it on the vanity by the sink so he had two hands free to grip her arms. He steered her to the closed toilet seat and sat her down. The fact she let him, without argument, without even a smart comment, told him how shaken she truly was.
Squatting down in front of her brought them eye level, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring off into space, her eyes focused on nothing, as if her mind rejected the idea someone had been watching and listening in on some very private situations.
Rick heard Chris on his cell phone,
Sometimes ignorance was bliss.
Rick didn’t need Sierra scared out of her mind that he, Chris and Brody were talking about this stalker possibly carrying a gun rather than a camera. Being photographed without her knowledge had freaked her out enough.
As long as Rick and GAPS were on the job, she wouldn’t need to know any of those things, or how much danger she might really be in.
He drew in a deep breath. “Okay, Ms. Cox here has a job to get to so let’s sweep the bathroom and bedroom first so she can get ready.”
“All righty. The bedroom it is.” Chris grinned, acting his usual foolish self.
What Chris seemed to forget was that now Rick had a way to keep him in line. “Behave or I’ll tell Darci on you.”
“Oh, that reminds me. Darci wants an autograph. You wanna ask Miss Sierra or should I?” Chris asked.
Rick rolled his eyes at the ridiculous request.
Enemy surveillance and snipers were all things he had been trained to deal with, but this job came with a whole other set of challenges. He’d battled sandstorms and heat, cold and snow, enemy fighters and warlords, but he’d be damned if he knew how to fight fame the likes of Sierra Cox’s.
“Rick. You coming?” Brody’s summons from the doorway of the bedroom knocked Rick out of his own head.
“Yeah. I’m coming.” He paused by Sierra, standing in her pajamas, clutching her coffee mug and looking less than happy to have her privacy invaded further. “I’m sorry about this, but I’ll feel a lot better after we sweep those rooms.”
Her lips formed a tight line but she nodded her agreement.
That was probably all he could hope to get while there were three men, who were strangers to her, pawing through her bedroom and bathroom.
He decided to throw her a bone. “We’ll take that run at the lot today. Okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” She didn’t even reward him with a smile.
Oh well. He’d tried.
“Fucking hell.” The sound of Chris cussing in the next room had Rick running to catch up to them.
Tripping to a stop in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, he saw Brody standing on the edge of the bathtub. The device he held up above his head was lit up like a damn string of Christmas tree lights.
Rick didn’t need to ask what was wrong. He could figure that out all on his own. Brody had detected something in the ceiling tile. Something Rick had missed during his manual sweep last night.
Brody handed off the device to Chris and pressed against the ceiling tile with both palms. A few seconds later, he had the tile free of the supports. Tile in hand, Brody stepped down.
Both Chris and Rick moved in closer and they all saw what the device had detected.
“Pin hole camera stuck right in the damn acoustic tile.” Brody grasped it between two fingers and squinted at it. “Looks like it’s got a microphone built in too.”
“Eyes and ears. He is one serious mother fucker.” Chris shook his head.
Chris had it right.This was no amateur stalker with a cell phone camera. At the sound of a gasp, Rick turned and saw Sierra standing in the doorway, white faced and shaking.
Rick was shaken by the discovery himself. He could only imagine how badly Sierra was. But he was the professional here. It was his job to stay cool and, more importantly, keep her calm.
“You all right?”
She certainly didn’t look all right. Rick took the coffee mug from her hand before she dropped it and put it on the vanity by the sink so he had two hands free to grip her arms. He steered her to the closed toilet seat and sat her down. The fact she let him, without argument, without even a smart comment, told him how shaken she truly was.
Squatting down in front of her brought them eye level, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring off into space, her eyes focused on nothing, as if her mind rejected the idea someone had been watching and listening in on some very private situations.
Rick heard Chris on his cell phone,
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