The Ballroom Doors Burst Open On Our Anniversary

hotel security.

It wasn’t local police.

Six people in dark suits came through first, fast and flat-footed, badges already out. Two more behind them. Then uniformed officers from somewhere outside the hotel, and one woman carrying a hard case and a tablet.

Every head in the room turned.

The lead agent didn’t raise his voice much. He didn’t need to.

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