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Morgan opened the door and stepped inside his room, closing the door without looking back.

Chapter 11

AFTER A LONG day of travel, Jack Morgan needed a shower. After his moment with Cook, he made it a cold one.

Looking in the mirror, he told himself that it was for the best that nothing could happen with Jane. Last time they had been together, they were civilian and soldier, not boss and employee. With a sudden stab of emotional pain, Morgan remembered other affairs that had ended in more than a little heartbreak—they had ended in death.

There was a knock at the door.

Morgan’s heart pumped instantaneously—she’d come back.

“Who is it?” he called as he picked up his jeans from the bathroom floor and pulled them on.

The delay saved Morgan’s life.

Bullets pumped through the hotel room’s wooden door, sending splinters flying, the rounds chewing into the desk, biting pieces from the television and carefully laid-out refreshments. The sound of the shots was muffled, almost like a heavy tutting—whoever was out there was using a silencer. Morgan subconsciously counted the blasted rounds. They stopped at seventeen.

He took his chance and bolted from the bathroom. There was just a split second to take in the riddled doorway before he twisted behind the wall that separated bed from bathroom. He was out of the line of fire, but he expected the door to be kicked open at any moment. Whoever had fired would come through to finish the job.

Morgan looked to the window. The hotel was privately owned, and unlike with the big chains, the windows were not held almost shut to prevent suic

ides. He could make it out, he knew, but if the assassin had a partner, that’s where they would be waiting.

He looked above him at the ceiling panels. The time from the gunshots to his decision took mere seconds. Morgan pushed away a tile and hauled himself up into the cavity. Dust cascaded onto the bed, where it fell alongside pieces of splintered furniture that had flown across the room. Pressed in between floors like a coal miner in a seam, he scuttled backward, pushing by cabling that snagged at his feet. In moments, he had pulled the tile back into place.

And then Morgan held still.

If he made any noise he knew he would be an easy target through the thin ceiling panels. And so he waited as quietly as he could.

But there was no crash of the door being kicked off its hinges. No more gunshots. There was only the sound of terrified screams from other rooms in the hotel, and then a fire alarm. Morgan held his breath and held his position.

He waited.

He waited, and then he heard her.

“Jack?”

Chapter 12

MORGAN DROPPED DOWN onto the bed. He saw a rush of relief wash over Jane Cook as she realized he was uninjured.

“We need to go,” he told her. “Now.”

“The police are here,” she replied.

“That doesn’t mean we’re safe.”

“They’re armed. At least, she is.”

Morgan followed Cook’s eyes to the doorway. There was a woman standing there wearing dark jeans and a hoody, and in her hand by her side was a Glock 17.

He tensed.

The magazine of that weapon held seventeen rounds. The same number of bullets that had cut apart his hotel room.

“Who are you?” Morgan asked, wondering if she had reloaded, and if he could cover the distance to the woman before she could raise the weapon.

“I’m PC Sharon Lewis. I’m on Princess Caroline’s protection team. De Villiers sent me.”

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