CHAPTER TWELVE
A crash from the room next door woke Daniel up. He was out of his bed and grabbing his g*n in an instant. The last fragments of a dream about Remi and Veronica were still fading from his mind as he burst out of his hotel room and ran to Remi’s room next door.
A dream about his partner and his ex-wife? What was that all about?
Not important and almost immediately forgotten. Remi’s door stood somewhat ajar, and he could see a wavering red light and hear the sounds of a struggle.
He tore the door open and saw Remi wrestling with a thin, short man who clutched something that Remi tried to get from him.
His trained mind made a split-second assessment. A sharp tang of pepper spray told him Remi had used her favorite weapon. The way the two fighters told him she’d gotten almos
