Gamers and Guilt in Las Vegas : A Humorous Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 33) by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-20T16:00:00+00:00

We probably should have called Elwood first, but it was nighttime and I wanted to see what we were working with first. And if we found Harold at home and captured him before Elwood was even onto him, that would just be a bonus.

“Can I lock the doors?” Maira asked, before we got out of my car.

“Sure. Lock them, turn the light off. No one will know you’re in here.”

Maira nodded nervously. We left her in the car and headed up into the apartment building. It was older and not exactly in the best neighborhood. Actually, it was kind of like where Ian and I lived before it was renovated.

We rode the single, clunking elevator up to the third floor. I gave Harold’s door two rounds of unanswered knocking before we proceeded to more advanced measures.

“Blast it off its hinges, Tiff!”

“I am not firing a gun in an apartment building at eight o’clock in the evening, Ian.”

“But it’s faster!”

“And it’ll leave your ears ringing for a week. Do you want to be deaf, Ian?”

“You should get a silencer. Then you could shoot indoors whenever you wanted.”

“I do shoot indoors whenever I want, and that’s almost never. Now make yourself useful and pick the lock for me.”

“It would be faster if you shot it.”

“But I’m not going to.” I handed him my lock pick kit from my bag. “Now pick.”

While Ian worked, complaining under his breath as he did so, my hand did in fact rest on my gun. If Harold was inside and refusing to answer, who knew what was going to happen.

The lock sprung open with a click. “There! I should get a bonus for that.”

“Sure, I’ll give you a tip.”

“Yeah?” Ian’s eyes lit up.

“Don’t tie your shoes in a revolving door.” It was a tip I had received myself while working undercover in a restaurant. To my delight, it annoyed Ian as much as it had annoyed me.

“What?” Realization dawned on him. “Hey!”

“Here’s another, be careful when you open that door. And I’m serious this time.”

Ian gave me a dark look and then turned his attention to the door. He stood up against the wall to the side, put his hand out, and gave the door a push. I stood several yards back down the hallway.

No one charged out. No arrows flew out and thunked into the opposite wall. Nor did bullets, ninja stars, or any other kind of weaponry that a fantasy roleplayer might conceivably keep at home.

It was all disturbingly quiet. Carefully, I checked the apartment by crouching and darting my head inside and withdrawing it before I had even processed what I saw.

Nothing.

Nothing that was a threat, that is. The inside was unlit except for what light came through from the hallway and the windows, and everything was still. With more confidence, I entered the apartment, gun first. I wanted to avoid firing it indoors, but if I had to, I would.

I flicked on a light, and Ian came in behind me. It was a small one-bedroom place that opened onto the combined kitchen-living room.

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