Her clothes, shoes, and purse were gone.
“Damn it!” He threw a punch at thin air and cursed himself for not handling her in a manner which might have produced some answers. Seconds later, he boarded the elevator and called Mac. “Watch for her. She’s on her way down. Do not let her leave!”
“Pissed her off already, did ya?”
“Don’t be a smartass, McCall. Just tail her or stop her. Take your pick.”
Chapter Four
He didn’t have to ask which option Mac had chosen.
Crouched down at the front entrance, Mac was dabbing his lip, cursing like a cowboy, and making threats all over the place. A few patrons had stopped to help him but he wasn’t exactly the gracious victim.
Nicholas helped him to his feet. “Which way did they go?”
Mac winced in pain and held his shoulder. “Unless you can fly, you ain’t gonna stop them.”
“Fly?”
“Yeah, like wings, bud.” He rubbed his jaw, muttered something about a mean left hook and then added, “They took her out of here in a helicopter.”
“What?” Nicholas turned to check out the parking lot. Sure enough there was enough room to land a chopper right there in front of the club’s main entrance.
“You heard me,” Mac grated out. “Damn it, Nicholas. Tell me she’s worth the trouble.”
Nicholas didn’t say anything and Mac stumbled to the bar and took a seat. “Apparently not.”
Standing on the other end of Mac’s seething glare wasn’t helping Sable. Nicholas finally said, “If you could’ve seen what I saw less than thirty minutes ago, you wouldn’t make a statement like that.”
Mac’s lips twitched. “Pretty damn fine, huh?”
“Finer than that whiskey you’re about to order. That’s for damned sure.”
“Scotch on the rocks,” Mac said, grinning. “Make it a double and put it on my buddy’s tab.”
“He doesn’t have a tab now, sir,” the bartender said.
“What do you mean, I don’t have a tab?” Nicholas stared at the bartender and noted his Northern accent. The guy who’d called the room had a thick Louisiana dialect. “You didn’t call my room. Did you?”
“No. When you left with the lady, I closed out your tab. It happens all the time. No problems here.”
Nicholas glanced at Mac and Mac shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I was just in the area.”
“You’ll probably think twice before you tail me again.”
“Oh I don’t know,” Mac drawled. “This could’ve gone either way and considering the memory of last night—”
“Yeah, I know.” Nicholas cut him off and motioned for the bartender. “I have a few questions for you.”
“Certainly, sir.”
Nicholas threw down his credit card. “Start another tab. And get my buddy here what he wants to drink. Bring me another longneck. Then come on back and pull up a seat. We’re willing to pay for information.”
Ten minutes later, they were tossed out—literally—by the seats of their pants.
Mac groaned but somehow scrambled to his feet first. “Seems the little woman has better friends than we do.”
“Or more dangerous enemies?” Nicholas dragged his hand down his face and searched the parking lot. “Think there’s any reason to return to the room?”