The band had rented out the entire top floor of the hotel. Burly men in black jeans and Kevlar vests stood guard at the entrance to each stairwell, arms crossed loosely in front of their chests, dark glasses shielding their eyes. With the stern set of their jaws, they were sentinels just waiting for one of the girls downstairs in the lobby or screaming outside to try and make a break for the floor. Similar guards were posted every hundred yards all along the hall, at every corner, in the lobby, and blocking the elevators, as well. Each wore a Bluetooth device and, even with the sunglasses in place, Corey felt impassive eyes marking him as he left his room and headed for Ian’s.
“Romeo on the move, heading south,” one man said softly as Corey passed him.
Romeo. Corey shook his head, bemuse
