Unknown number: I’ll be there.
Snorting, Matt shoved up, his bag still in hand. “Guess we’re doing another stakeout.” He put his hand in the bag, then paused. “Wait. What hotel? She didn’t say.”
I was already on that, too. “Again, where’s the love, brother? The Team Batt fai—”
“Yeah, yeah.” He was back and peering over my shoulder.
I was pulling up the call history and looking back. Matt had his phone out. He was putting the numbers in and giving me a nod, then he hit Dial and we both waited.
“Coastal Hotel, this is Amanda. How may I help you?”
Matt hung up. He pivoted around, facing me square, and his head cocked to the side. “Who owns that hotel?”
I turned back to the computer and typed it in. A simple Google search and I looked back at him. “According to this company’s name, the real CEO is Edward Nathans. Do you know him?”
He was frowning, and his hand came up. He began idly itching his cheek, thinking. Then his eyebrows surged even lower and he looked at me. “You’re not going to like it.”
I sat up, my stomach falling at the same time. “What?”
“I don’t know the name, but… I think Kash might.”
I pulled my phone out and dialed.
“Please tell me you’re not already in trouble.”
That was his greeting. Talk about—
I sighed. “Um. Maybe?”
“What’s happened?”
Matt’s eyes were bugging out, but I gave Kash the entire rundown, except, you know, about stealing the phone or hacking the phone. We didn’t need to start this call on a bad note. Okay. I vagued-up a lot of it, saying we got an alert Quinn might be at this hotel, meeting someone.
“Do you know Edward Nathans, and if you do, please tell me this isn’t going to be a problem?”
“I should ask how you got this alert, but in this instance, I’m not, though I’ll probably regret not asking. As for Nathans, I do know him, but not well enough to call him about one of his customers. What are you guys planning?”
Matt had been eavesdropping, and he grabbed the phone from me, hitting the Speaker button. “We’ll just do a stakeout. They have a bar there. We’ll have a drink and maybe see who shows up. The guys will be around us. No one will be in danger. Just a stakeout.”
“You won’t engage?”
“Uh…”
“Matt.”
“Nope. Just a new spot we’ll try out for drinks. We’ll go incognito. Disguises. Maybe? Just hanging out. Nothing else.”
Kash’s entire voice was tight from his end. “Matt.”
“Hmm?”
“If you put yourself, the woman I love, or my guys in unnecessary danger, I will shoot you in the ass.”
Matt swallowed. “Got it.”
I snatched the phone back. “We’re good to go then?”
Kash sighed again. “I’m sure it’s five o’clock somewhere.”