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“Their Presidential Suite was just redone and is totally modern,” Anthony suggests. “That way I can take the front bedroom that is right by the entrance and you two can take the master in the back. I’ll be able to keep you safe.”
“That’s fine,” I reluctantly agree. “I’ve heard their service is impeccable.” I pull up Google and click on the number for the St Regis. By the time we reach the parking lot, I have confirmed our room for the night. A shiny black Escalade SUV sits at the end of the row. “Nice ride,” I comment, assuming it’s his.
“It’s not too bad, considering it’s almost ten years old and has a quarter million miles on it,” Anthony replies and turns the opposite direction toward a huge brown Suburban. “It’s not pretty, but this thing can handle grenades, armor piercing rounds and even small rockets.”
“It definitely looks like it could handle almost anything,” I reply, holding back a laugh.
“Best of all, no one will suspect that you are riding in a brown 2005 Suburban.” He laughs as he opens the door for us.
Mandy
Crawling into the back of Anthony’s SUV makes me feel almost invincible. It feels like we are sitting inside of a vault of some kind that is obviously built like a tank. If another sedan tries to mess with us, they will definitely end up on the losing end. I look down on the car parked next to us and feel another twinge of excitement.
Trey slides into the seat next to me. “Are you ready for this?” he asks with a spark in his eyes.
“I’m actually excited,” I reply. “Let’s go kick some ass!”
Anthony throws his head back and laughs out loud. “Give you two a bulletproof SUV and an ex-military chauffer and you are ready to take on the world, huh?” He looks back at us through the rearview mirror and I can see the amusement in his eyes.
“Sorry,” I reply suddenly feeling a little foolish. “I’ve never imagined myself riding in a bulletproof SUV and being escorted by a former military sniper. It’s just blowing my mind a little.”
“Pretty glamorous, huh?” he snorts as he slaps it into gear and exits the parking spot. “I think we are going to have a pretty quiet night. If anyone gets some action, it will be Romeo,” he adds, obviously not thinking about the sexual connotations attached to his choice of words.
“I don’t know…” Trey whispers, giving me a sexy, sideways glance. “I think my odds are at least as good as Romeo’s.” He leans over and kisses the side of my neck causing me to giggle.
“You two will have a room shortly,” Anthony chides, glaring at us through the mirror.
“Sorry,” I reply for both of us. “It’s been a long, stressful day.” I push my hand between Trey’s thighs and lean into him. Being close to him in the back seat is enough to keep me content for the moment.
Trey
As we turn onto Park Avenue and head north toward the St Regis hotel, I begin thinking about everything that has happened in the past twelve hours. Out of all the events that occurred, the one that strikes me most is the fact that Tommy showed up at the hospital. That totally stunned me.
“Did I mention that Tommy showed up at the hospital this evening?” I ask Anthony.
“No. You didn’t,” Anthony replies with a gritty tone in his voice.
“I came into Tyler’s room and he was standing next to the bed talking to him,” I recant. “Tyler didn’t have a clue who he was.”
“Hmm.” Anthony narrows his eyes and grows quiet for a moment before expressing his thoughts on the subject. “There are four scenarios.” He pauses as if he’s waiting for me to ask about them.
“He’s a psychopath and he wanted to see his work?” I ask, guessing that someone like Tommy would fall into that category.
“That’s one,” he looks up at me. “Another scenario is that he is flaunting the fact that he is getting away with executing what he believes is a flawless plan. By coming to the hospital, he is actually gloating.”
“Or he realized that an innocent person in his position would stop in and visit one of the largest corporate shareholders if he were in the hospital,” I add as it occurs to me.
“That’s right. He is obviously a smart man and has become successful by knowing how to present himself and his businesses in a positive light,” Anthony says, nodding his head. “He was probably hoping to run into the investigators while he was there.”
“Yeah, that would put him in a more powerful position than if they approach him at his office,” I reply, thinking back to how it felt to have them show up at my door. “What’s scenario number four?”
