Ben hadn’t been her friend. He’d just been an annoying lackey who stood in her way. He’d been working for Aaron before she’d arrived on the scene, and while she might have gotten access to Aaron’s bed, Ben had been the one to know his secrets. Yes, she bet that Ben had known all about the deals with Guerrero. The twit had probably been in on everything.
How much money had they made? And she hadn’t seen so much as a dime.
Now Juliana was walking away from the microphones. The big show was over. No, Juliana’s show was over.
Susan’s show was just beginning.
Her gaze moved back to Juliana. Logan was being her shadow. Her guard dog. What else was new? Juliana must not have found the file she’d left for her.
Logan glanced up then and his gaze cut right to her.
He found it.
Susan kept her breathing easy and smooth. That gaze of his seemed to burn her flesh.
“Is there a problem?” Gunner asked quietly.
She put her hand on his arm, stumbled a bit. “It’s...so much. Ben. Aaron. I need a few minutes.” She glanced up, offering him a tired smile. “Give me a little time, okay?” Her voice was weak. Lost. She thought it sounded pretty perfect.
Gunner nodded. Right. What else was a gentleman supposed to do?
After taking a deep breath, she made her way to the nearest ladies’ room. Susan checked, making sure that no one else was around. Then her glance darted around the small room...and landed on the window to the right.
Time to vanish.
* * *
“WHERE’S SUSAN?” Logan demanded as he headed toward Gunner.
The agent jerked his thumb toward the restroom.
Eyes narrowed, Logan immediately headed toward the ladies’ room door.
“What are you doing?” Juliana grabbed his arm. “You can’t go in there!”
Watch me. He knew that Susan was trying to drive a wedge between him and Juliana, and he also knew...
I don’t trust her.
So he knocked on the door, a hard, fast rap. “Susan! Come out! We need to talk.” Just not in front of Juliana. He glanced over his shoulder at Gunner. “Take Juliana to the car. I’ll be right behind you.”
Juliana was looking at him as if he was crazy.
And he heard no sound from inside the bathroom.
Hell. “Susan?” Another hard knock at the door.
No response. Not so much as a whisper of sound.
His instincts were screaming now. Logan shoved open the door. Scanned under the
stalls.
Gone. And only an open window waited to the right.
He spun back around to face Gunner. “What did she say to you?”
Gunner was shaking his head. “Out the window. Who would have—”