Venice Black (Alex Polonia Thriller Book 1) by Gregory C. Randall

Author:Gregory C. Randall [Randall, Gregory C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781542048699
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2018-03-05T22:00:00+00:00

WEDNESDAY

CHAPTER 21

Javier’s earpiece buzzed. “Go. Status?” he whispered.

“I spotted what had to be two of Kozak’s men in the lobby—as obvious as skunks at a bridal shower. They ignored me. I have an extra key card, room’s not bad for a last-minute reservation. Maybe I’ll stay the night.”

“Funny,” Javier said.

“I’m on the third floor, west end. Kozak and the women, I believe, are up a floor. Give me five minutes to change and gear up; then I’m out exploring. I’ll call you.”

A small grove of trees stood to the side of the extensive gardens flanking one side of the hotel, and walkways radiated diagonally outward from the building and disappeared in the dark. Javier stood in the shadow of the trees.

Chic. Nothing like it in Waco.

His earpiece buzzed again. “Go.”

“East end of the building. I’ll drop the key card.”

Javier looked up the face of the building to a balcony on the third floor. A man walked to the railing.

“Got you. I’m below and to your left.”

A small box fell gently from above and landed on the grass. Javier retrieved the box and slipped back into the trees.

“I’ll keep the phone on—just looking like a poor soul searching for the spa.”

“Take a selfie,” Javier whispered. “Just love to see you in a bathrobe.” There was no response from Nox, just the sound of elevator music.

Javier heard the elevator door slide open and a mechanical voice say “quarto piano.” He then heard the door slide closed and the music stop.

“Walking the fourth floor,” Nox said. “Nothing forward or to the rear. Double doors at the end of the hallway. Hold on—two men just walked out the double doors. I recognize one from the lobby. This has to be the suite.”

“What you want?” Javier heard the guard ask in broken Italian. “Go away.”

“Sorry, just looking for the spa,” Nox said.

“Not here, pretty boy. Go away.”

“That’s cool, no problem,” Javier heard Nox say. “You heard?” Nox asked. “I’m back in the elevator—holding. I’ve locked its doors.”

“Not very friendly, are they?” Javier said. “West end, top floor. I passed a glass stair tower; the key card should get me in.”

“Stair exits across the hallway from the double door. When you are at the top of the stairs, let me know.”

“Almost there, three minutes,” Javier answered.

Javier began to count from one; he needed to be at the top of the stairs at one hundred and fifty. He double-timed along the garden side of the building, to the far end of the hotel. The stairway, visible through the glass enclosure, zigzagged up the face of the building. Twenty, he mentally counted. He looked around a corner, toward the same plaza and cove where he’d dropped off Nox. Two launches were arriving. From the noise and singing, they were returning from Carnevale. He looked up the stairs—no guard.

“What’s that?” Nox asked.

“Guests returning from Venice. Now or never. The key card worked—going up the stairs.”

Javier took the stairs two at a time and stopped at the third-floor landing. “Nox?”

“Go.”

“I’ll check the door when I reach the floor, to see if the card works.

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