world go round and support the industry."
Fancy nodded.
"Shall I ring this up for you?" She gestured to the book.
"Okay." Automatically, she handed over the item and followed the vendor back to her table.
She could afford to splurge on one book. Besides, she needed a reward after suffering through the day. If a romance novel fit the bill, so be it.
Pulling out the cash, she paid for the book, collected the small bag, and strode down the hall to the elevator, eager to climb into a hot shower, then enter the world of adult fairy tales.
Chapter 4
Mitch blew out a breath and placed the dumbbell weight back on the rack. Grabbing his towel, he wiped the beading sweat from his forehead. He checked out the clock. Seven fifteen. Early, but his normal exercise time before work each day. Normally, the quiet predawn workout soothed his tension, but not this morning.
How did I get into this mess? It wasn't the first time he'd asked himself that particular question since the FBI approached him two weeks ago with a file, pictures, and a job. Astonished and skeptical, he called several sources, all which verified the agents and situation were quite real.
A woman with a big-time embezzlement past, Donna Miller, adored him and had long ago booked her reservation for the convention, presumably in order to meet him in person. She'd reportedly stolen millions from a couple of different banks; she wasn't a threat for violence, but was definitely someone the FBI wanted to locate and arrest. She'd conned people out of their life savings, emptied their retirement monies, and then graciously handed the money over to a murky group with questionable terrorist ties. While she might not see through their carefully masked charity cover, the Feds sure did. Thus they tracked Mitch down, told him their plan, and provided him with nice motivation to give them a helping hand, a pretty little financial bonus of his expenses paid for the entire convention. They warned him she normally came across a bit flaky and could tip into psychotic if pushed, which made his heart patter knowing his number-one fan flew with the cuckoos. Both agents reassured him she posed little chance to go off the deep end, but she could certainly prove difficult if pushed into a corner. All in all, not a huge worry since he held tons of confidence in his ability to deal with women. He'd been successful for years with no complaints.
At first, the whole event sounded exciting and stimulating. He had the authority to play 007 minus the neat weapons and tools. The women were already a given. Grasping onto the idea of helping his country, catching a big time thief, and earning an all expense vacation at the hotel appeared too good to pass up. Still did, in all truth. However, he faced a few unpredictable challenges, which caused worry pangs.
According to the convention sponsors, at least five hundred guests registered to attend at least one event and over two hundred booked rooms at the same hotel, intending to stay for the duration of the annual get-together. With so many people, and over ninety-five percent women, how would he find the needle in the haystack based on a single picture? For all he knew, Donna would change her hair or use contacts that provided a different eye color. Hell, most of the parties involved some costume or another. The FBI already notified him through their contact the target didn't register under her own name, thus it could be any of the hundreds of people mingling through the conference rooms and lobby at any time.
He ran one hand through his short hair in frustration. A heavy weight settled over his shoulders at the huge responsibility. If he couldn't draw her out, then who knew what devious acts she would perform next. Leave there, find another nice position to steal the money of hard working individuals, perhaps up the ante a bit by embracing more violence. While she might not be expected to blow up a huge monument, her deceit made his gut
Fancy nodded.
"Shall I ring this up for you?" She gestured to the book.
"Okay." Automatically, she handed over the item and followed the vendor back to her table.
She could afford to splurge on one book. Besides, she needed a reward after suffering through the day. If a romance novel fit the bill, so be it.
Pulling out the cash, she paid for the book, collected the small bag, and strode down the hall to the elevator, eager to climb into a hot shower, then enter the world of adult fairy tales.
Chapter 4
Mitch blew out a breath and placed the dumbbell weight back on the rack. Grabbing his towel, he wiped the beading sweat from his forehead. He checked out the clock. Seven fifteen. Early, but his normal exercise time before work each day. Normally, the quiet predawn workout soothed his tension, but not this morning.
How did I get into this mess? It wasn't the first time he'd asked himself that particular question since the FBI approached him two weeks ago with a file, pictures, and a job. Astonished and skeptical, he called several sources, all which verified the agents and situation were quite real.
A woman with a big-time embezzlement past, Donna Miller, adored him and had long ago booked her reservation for the convention, presumably in order to meet him in person. She'd reportedly stolen millions from a couple of different banks; she wasn't a threat for violence, but was definitely someone the FBI wanted to locate and arrest. She'd conned people out of their life savings, emptied their retirement monies, and then graciously handed the money over to a murky group with questionable terrorist ties. While she might not see through their carefully masked charity cover, the Feds sure did. Thus they tracked Mitch down, told him their plan, and provided him with nice motivation to give them a helping hand, a pretty little financial bonus of his expenses paid for the entire convention. They warned him she normally came across a bit flaky and could tip into psychotic if pushed, which made his heart patter knowing his number-one fan flew with the cuckoos. Both agents reassured him she posed little chance to go off the deep end, but she could certainly prove difficult if pushed into a corner. All in all, not a huge worry since he held tons of confidence in his ability to deal with women. He'd been successful for years with no complaints.
At first, the whole event sounded exciting and stimulating. He had the authority to play 007 minus the neat weapons and tools. The women were already a given. Grasping onto the idea of helping his country, catching a big time thief, and earning an all expense vacation at the hotel appeared too good to pass up. Still did, in all truth. However, he faced a few unpredictable challenges, which caused worry pangs.
According to the convention sponsors, at least five hundred guests registered to attend at least one event and over two hundred booked rooms at the same hotel, intending to stay for the duration of the annual get-together. With so many people, and over ninety-five percent women, how would he find the needle in the haystack based on a single picture? For all he knew, Donna would change her hair or use contacts that provided a different eye color. Hell, most of the parties involved some costume or another. The FBI already notified him through their contact the target didn't register under her own name, thus it could be any of the hundreds of people mingling through the conference rooms and lobby at any time.
He ran one hand through his short hair in frustration. A heavy weight settled over his shoulders at the huge responsibility. If he couldn't draw her out, then who knew what devious acts she would perform next. Leave there, find another nice position to steal the money of hard working individuals, perhaps up the ante a bit by embracing more violence. While she might not be expected to blow up a huge monument, her deceit made his gut
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