Best Man for the Job. Meredith Fletcher

why I need the favor. My partner and I were watching over a principle. We lost him in the excitement.”

      “Not my problem, Ms. McAdams.”

      “The principle is a high roller. Help me out and I can get you comped at the casino I’m working for. I can get your supervisor comped, too.”

      For a moment there was no response. “This guy that big?”

      “Big.” Eryn lied effortlessly. In Vegas everything spun around the casinos and the big money they pulled in. Whales—high rollers that spent a lot at the tables and in the hotels—were an important part of that business. The money trickled through the city, spun through the Strip’s veins like a junkie’s favorite hit. The story was easily believable. It had happened before.

      “I’m not supposed to let anyone in.”

      “Guy has a jones. If I let him get away without returning him to the hotel, I’m going to lose my job.”

      Callan stood at her side without saying a word. For a moment Eryn thought she was just going to end up embarrassing herself. She’d been with other security agents who’d used the same bribes to get information on people they were supposed to be keeping up with. Just as she was getting ready to give up, the speaker crackled again.

      “Get in, find your guy, then get back out.”

      “Definitely.”

      The electronic locking mechanism cycled, thumping and clicking as it opened. Finally, it buzzed. “Come ahead.”

      Eryn pushed the door in and followed it.

      Chapter 5

      Feeling uneasy, Callan stepped into the security command on the woman’s heels. He’d filed away her name, McAdams, and the fact that she obviously worked somewhere that would give her access to security agencies.