As I talked, my eyes flicked to the small plastic receiver that was clipped to his breast pocket. I knew enough about security equipment to know that most earpieces had one. It sent and received signals from the main hub. The question was, had I hit it? In the dim light of the bar it was hard to tell.
I stepped closer to dab his shirt, hoping to get a better look, but he caught my arms in one strong hand. "You've done enough," he said, all politeness gone from his voice. "It's time for you to leave."
He raised his hands to his ear. "Command, this is Jones. I've got a situation here." Seconds passed and nothing happened. He began to look worried. "Command? Hello?" A few more seconds. "Fuck!"
Jackpot.
Now came the real test. He glared down at me, seemingly unsure what to do. As far as I could see, he had two choices. He could wait there until someone came to find out why he'd dropped off the grid, or he could duck inside quickly to let them know there was a problem. Both options had their risks. I was banking on him choosing the latter.
But first, I had to convince him to let me throw myself out. I tried my best to look harmless and afraid, which wasn't difficult. He was an incredibly intimidating man, and his grip felt like a vice around my wrists. What if I've already gone too far? What if I've bitten off more than I can chew? I closed my eyes briefly and tried not to panic.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll go," I said, keeping my voice meek.
He weighed this up momentarily. "I don't want to see you here again," he said, nodding to the bar.
"No sir."
"I'm going to go clean up, and when I come back, I expect to see you gone."
"No problem."
"Good." He released me.
Giving him one last apologetic smile, I turned and tottered off across the room, breathing a sigh of relief. So far so good.
The front door itself couldn't be seen from his vantage. The bar hooked around ninety degrees at one end, with the exit around the corner. Assuming he stayed put, I could hide there without actually leaving.
It was difficult to resist the urge to look back. I could feel his eyes following me as I walked.
Rounding the corner, I finally let the act drop. Throwing my elbow on the bar, I closed my eyes and sucked in several deep breaths. Even though everything had gone to plan, the whole experience had been decidedly more nerve wracking than I'd expected. Blood was roaring in my ears and I could still feel the buzz of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I briefly debated giving up. People that hired security like that typically did it for a reason; they didn't want to be disturbed. But most of the hard work was already done, and besides, the thought of trudging back to the table and seeing Louisa's snide smile was a little too much to bear at that moment.
Hiding as best I could behind a rack of glasses, I leaned back around the corner and peeked up over the bar. The guard was still at his post, looking conflicted. He cast his eyes around the room, weighing his options. If his employers were looking for privacy, they'd chosen a great location. Even when we'd arrived, the bar had contained less than twenty people, and now in the wee hours of the morning, that number had dwindled considerably. The few remaining patrons were huddled in bleary eyed groups, engrossed in soft conversation. None seemed to be paying much attention to what was going on up the back. It wasn't exactly a high risk situation.
Still, he took his time. Go on you bastard. Do it. And after an agonising few seconds, he did. Giving the room one final scan, he spun and marched through the doorway.
I had to restrain myself from cheering. Not there yet. Now you actually have to get in. I counted to three slowly in my head, and began walking casually back the way I'd come. Nobody in the room paid me any mind. Catching the girls' eyes, I flashed a triumphant smile. Ruth laughed and stuck up her thumb.
Pausing at the doorway, I took one last look around the room, sucked in a deep breath, and walked through.
CHAPTER TWO
Rather than opening directly into another room, the doorway led to a long passage that ran for sixty feet or so and then hooked off to the right. I reflexively pressed myself against the wall as I caught sight of the guard disappearing around the far corner. Thankfully, he didn't look back.
There was a low buzz emanating from the other end of the corridor. It grew steadily louder the closer I got. Since the door had opened, we'd witnessed maybe two dozen people let through. It was a decent sized group, but not nearly enough to make that sort of noise. I had no idea what it meant.
For the last hour, I'd been trying to picture what lay hidden back there. I'd conjured images of exclusive restaurants and secret board rooms. But nothing prepared me for the reality of what was around the bend.
I turned the corner, and stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes darting left and right, madly trying to take in everything that lay before me. The entire place reeked of decadence. If you took away all the trappings, it was basically just a function room, but it was the most lavish function I'd ever seen. The space was far longer than I'd expected; over two hundred feet of polished wood, lush curtains and decorative brass. To one side lay a long redwood bar, laden with more varieties of liquor than I could count. To the other sat circles of high-backed lounges, most of which were filled with suited men, laughing and chatting and swilling drinks. The whole room smelled of malt and cologne and the sharp, earthy scent of leather. There was enough testosterone in the air to corrupt a nunnery.
What really took me by surprise however, was the pool that wove its way up the centre of the room. It was a beautiful sight. Elegantly curved and bathed in colour, it shimmered under a dizzying array of shifting lights that shone down from the roof above.
As I'd suspected, there were far more people present than we'd seen enter. At least a hundred. But where the hell had they all come from? Obviously there had to be other entrances, but why not just come in the front? The whole situation was getting stranger by the minute.
It seemed that whatever the men were discussing, the girls weren't welcome. Most were making good use of the pool, either swimming or lazing on sun chairs to the side, chatting in little groups. A few of them cast eyes my way, like hopefuls at a casting call sizing up their competition. Relax girls, I'm just visiting.
As I scanned the room, I spotted several more security personnel posted along the walls. With their dark glasses, it was impossible to tell what they were looking at. At least one was talking into his earpiece, but nobody appeared to be moving towards me. Still, I knew I had to blend in fast.