The Naturals: All In Part 10

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"Also a murder here at the Desert Rose?" Wesley said glibly. He shrugged. "Four bodies in four days at four different casinos. Given the choice between staying at a fifth casino on day five and staying at one of the four, I decided I liked my odds better at the latter."

You always play the odds, I thought, studying Wesley. And based on your background in business, you usually win.

"Can we come in?" Sterling was the one who asked that question. She must have been playing the odds herself-specifically, that Wesley, a self-professed womanizer, was less likely to turn down a request from a female agent.

"Mr. Wesley actually has several commitments this morning," the a.s.sistant started to say.

"James, go organize the liquor cabinet," Wesley ordered lazily. "Alphabetically this time."



With one last dark look at the agents, Wesley's a.s.sistant did as he was bidden. Wesley opened the door to his suite wider and gestured. "Please," he said. "Do come in. I have an excellent view of the pool."

Three seconds later, Briggs and Sterling were inside the suite. I heard the door shut behind them. And then the feed went black.

The sound of static was deafening in my ear. I jerked out my earpiece. The others did the same.

"What the..." When it came to swearing, Lia was both creative and verbally precise. She hit several b.u.t.tons on the tablet.

Nothing.

Dean stood. "They're either out of range or something's blocking the signal."

Given that Thomas Wesley's most recent start-up had specialized in security tech, I was betting on the latter. I tried to text Sterling, but the message came back as undeliverable.

"Cell signal is blocked, too," I reported.

"You know," Michael said, a spark in his eye, "I'm feeling like a bit of a stroll. Possibly in the direction of the Desert Rose?"

"No," Dean said flatly. "Sterling and Briggs can handle Thomas Wesley, with or without us."

Lia twirled her ponytail contemplatively around her index finger. "Judd went to grab food," she commented. "And I did hear that the Desert Rose has the world's largest indoor swimming pool."

"Lia," Dean gritted out. "We're staying here."

"Of course we are," Lia told him, patting his shoulder. "And I am in no way planning to go no matter what you say, because I always do what I'm told. Goodness knows I have no real attachment to making my own decisions," she gushed. "Especially when the person issuing orders is you!"

We went to the pool.

Sloane chose to stay in the suite. Given how much she hated being left out, I took that to mean that she hated the idea of not delivering the answer Briggs had asked for more.

"Not bad," Lia announced, lying back on a lounge chair and casting her face toward the artificial sky. The Desert Rose's ma.s.sive indoor swimming complex was bustling, both with families and with those who'd cordoned themselves off in the adults-only area-despite the fact that it wasn't even noon.

Dean gave Lia a much-abused look, but said nothing as he scanned the area for threats. I claimed the lounge chair next to Lia's. Thomas Wesley had said that his suite had a lovely view of the pool. I eyed the balconies with pool access, and my hand went to the earpiece hidden beneath my hair. I'd turned the volume down so that the static wasn't so deafening-but static was still the only thing I got.

"You're frustrated."

I looked up to see Michael staring at me.

He claimed the chair on the other side of Lia. His hands went to the bottom of his s.h.i.+rt, like he was about to take it off. Then he aborted the motion, running one hand through his hair and allowing the other to dangle over the side of the chair. He looked perfectly at ease, perfectly relaxed.

It took everything I had not to picture the bruises on his stomach and chest.

"Don't look at me like that," Michael said quietly. "Not you, Ca.s.sie."

I wondered what, exactly, he'd seen on my face. Was it my eyes or my lips or the tension in my neck that gave me away?

He knows that I know why he can't take his s.h.i.+rt off.

"Like what?" I said, forcing myself to lean back and close my eyes. Michael was an expert at pretending that things-and people-didn't matter. I wasn't quite so adept, but I wasn't going to force him to talk about this with me.

We don't talk about much of anything anymore.

Michael cleared his throat. "Well, this could get interesting."

I cracked my eyes open. Michael nodded toward the adults-only area of the pool. Daniel de la Cruz. The professor. Person of interest number two. I recognized the man a second before Lia did. After a moment's consideration, she rolled off her lounge chair, tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder.

As Lia strolled over and ducked under the rope and Dean grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like bad idea under his breath, I went back over what I knew about Daniel de la Cruz. Intense. Perfectionist. And yet, there he was, holding a drink well before noon.

You're not drinking it, I realized after watching de la Cruz for a moment. This was a man who knew exactly how he was perceived-and exactly how to manipulate that perception. He made eye contact with a nearby woman.

She smiled.

To you, everything is an algorithm. Everything can be predicted. I couldn't pinpoint what precisely gave me that impression-the fit of his swimsuit? The attentiveness behind his eyes? You have a PhD in mathematics. What kind of professor plays professional poker on the side?

Before I could reason my way to any answers, Lia b.u.mped into de la Cruz. He caught his drink an instant before he spilled it on her. Good reflexes.

Beside me, I could practically hear Dean gritting his teeth.

"She'll be fine," I murmured, even as I thought about our UNSUB, the Fibonacci sequence, the care with which the first two murders had been planned.

"She's going to be fine," Dean muttered. "I'm going to have a heart attack."

"What did I say, Jonathan?" A sharp voice cut into my thoughts. To my left, a man with perfect hair and a face riddled with barely masked displeasure stalked over to a little boy of maybe seven or eight. Whatever the boy said to him in response, the man didn't like it. He took another step toward the child.

Beside me, Michael's entire body tensed. A moment later, he was so relaxed that I wondered if I'd imagined it. He climbed lazily to his feet, brus.h.i.+ng a speck of invisible dust from his s.h.i.+rt as he began weaving his way closer to the man and the boy.

"Dean," I said urgently.

Dean was already on his feet.

"I'll keep an eye on Lia," I told him. "Go."

Michael settled at a table adjacent to the boy and his father. He smiled pleasantly, staring out at the pool, but I knew better than to think the positioning was coincidental. Michael had learned to read emotions as a defense mechanism against his seemingly perfect father's volatile moods. Anger was the emotion that most set him on edge, but the kind of anger that hid behind masks, in the middle of seemingly perfect little families?

That wasn't just a trigger. It was a ticking bomb.

Dean took a seat at the table Michael had claimed. Michael propped his feet up on a spare chair, like he hadn't a care in the world.

True to my promise to Dean, I forced my attention back to Lia and the professor.

"You seem to be quite knowledgeable about the state of our investigation."

It took me a moment to realize that the audio had clicked back on in my earpiece. Briggs's voice was clear, but the reply was m.u.f.fled. Angling my head down and letting my hair fall into my face, I adjusted the volume.

"-my business to know. The first girl died at my party, and Camille was a friend, of sorts. For a man in my position, it pays to keep track of one's friends."

I scanned the surrounding balconies. There, toward the top of the dome, I could make out three figures. Two of them were wearing suits. Sterling and Briggs.

I wasn't the only one who'd noticed them. Across the pool, the professor had locked eyes on Wesley and the agents as well. You notice things, Professor. You pride yourself on it.

I caught Lia's attention and held her gaze for a second. She said something to de la Cruz, then headed back toward me. In a fluid, ch.o.r.eographed motion, she pulled the ponytail holder from her hair, letting her jet-black tresses cascade down her back. As she took a seat beside me, she fit her own earpiece back into place.

"I don't suppose you could be persuaded to part with the source of your knowledge on Camille's case?" Agent Sterling asked. It was odd to be hearing her voice when I could only make out her silhouette on the balcony.

"Most likely not," Wesley replied smoothly. "However, James would be happy to furnish you with my alibis for each of the past four evenings."

Lia's expression eloquently communicated her skepticism that a.s.sistant James would be at all happy to a.s.sist the FBI in any way. I turned to try to get the boys' attention, but neither Michael nor Dean was at the table where the two of them had been sitting a moment before.

Neither, I realized upon looking, were the young boy and his father.

As I scanned the crowd, Agent Sterling's voice provided the sound track. "You're an intelligent man," she was telling Wesley, playing to his ego. "What do you think happened to Camille Holt?"

I finally saw Michael, leaning against the side of a camel-themed snack bar. A few feet away, the young boy and his father reached the front of the line. I looked for Dean and found him caught behind a ma.s.sive crowd of forty-something women, trying to make his way through them to Michael.

"What do I think?" Wesley was saying over the audio feed. "I think that were I in your shoes, I'd be particularly interested in Tory Howard's rather unique skill set."

A few feet away from Michael, the young boy reached up for an ice-cream cone. He smiled up at his father. His father smiled back.

I breathed an internal sigh of relief. Dean finally made his way through the crowd and began to close in on Michael.

At that instant, two things happened. On the audio feed, Agent Briggs asked Thomas Wesley to clarify his comment about Tory's skill set, and near the snack bar, the little boy stumbled and the ice cream fell from his cone and onto the ground.

The world fell into slow motion for me as the boy froze. The father made a grab for his son, his hand locking around the boy's arm as he jerked him roughly to the side.

Michael exploded forward. One second, he was a foot or two away from Dean, and the next, he was ripping the father's hand away from his son and throwing his body into a punch aimed at the man's face.

"I'm surprised you don't know." Wesley's voice broke through my horror. "Tory Howard is a decent magician, but her real talent is hypnosis."

The man Michael attacked punched back. Michael went down. He didn't stay down.

I leapt forward, but Lia was in front of me in a heartbeat. "Dean's got this."

I tried to step around her.

"Back off, Ca.s.sie," Lia told me, her voice low, her face less than an inch from mine. "The last thing either of them needs is you caught in the middle of a brawl." She wove an arm through mine. To outward appearances, we looked like the best of friends, but her grip was iron-tight. "Besides," she added grimly, "someone has to do damage control."

That was when I realized that the audio feed had cut away again. The balcony where Sterling, Briggs, and Thomas Wesley had been standing moments before was empty.

Dean had to physically restrain Michael, pulling our fellow Natural back roughly against his own body. Security was called. Michael barely managed to avoid an arrest.

To say that our supervisors weren't pleased that we'd taken an unauthorized field trip would have been an understatement. To say that they were even less pleased with Michael's brush with the law would have been the understatement of the century.

Judd met us in the lobby of the Majesty. I could tell from the way he was standing, his feet spread slightly wider than usual, his arms crossed over his chest, that he'd gotten a call from Sterling and Briggs.

Beside me, Michael winced. Not because of his swollen lip or the cut over his quickly blackening eye, but because he could tell, from the slight hints of strain in Judd's face, exactly how much trouble we were in.

When we reached him, Judd turned without a word and started stalking toward the elevator. We followed on his heels. He didn't say a word until the elevator doors had closed.

"You're lucky that doesn't need st.i.tches," Judd told Michael. I gathered from his tone that we were all somewhat less than lucky to be stuck on an elevator with a marine sniper who knew how to kill a grown man using nothing but his little finger.

"The audio feeds went out while Briggs and Sterling were questioning Thomas Wesley," Lia said. "We were just trying to stay in range."

I opened my mouth to confirm what Lia had said, but Judd stopped me. "Don't," he told me. "We're in Vegas. You're teenagers stuck in a hotel suite. If I were a betting man, I'd give myself excellent odds on guessing how this went down."

"If you were a betting man," Michael said lazily, "you'd be downstairs at the casino."

Judd reached out and pulled the emergency stop b.u.t.ton. The elevator jerked to a halt. He turned and leveled a very calm stare at Michael, never saying a word.

Seconds ticked by, verging on a minute.

"Sorry." Michael addressed the apology more to the ceiling tiles than to Judd. "Sometimes, I just can't help myself."

I wondered if Michael was apologizing for the disrespect or for what he'd done at the pool.

"What do you think is going to happen," Judd said softly, "when the man you hit and his family go home tonight?"

The question sucked all of the oxygen out of the air. Judd pushed the stop b.u.t.ton back in and the elevator jolted back into motion. I couldn't bring myself to look at Michael, because there was nothing-nothing-Judd could have said to devastate him more.

Eventually, the elevator doors opened. Judd and I were the last ones off. I couldn't help giving him a look as I stepped into the hall.

"May eighth," Judd said quietly. "Six years, this May." He gave me just enough time to process that date-process what it had to refer to-before he continued. "If I have to be a real b.a.s.t.a.r.d to keep from burying another kid, well then, Ca.s.sie, I can be a real b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

The muscles in my throat tightened. Judd walked past me, past the others, and got to the door to our suite first. He opened it, then froze.

My heart pounding in my ears, I hurried to catch up. What would it take to catch a battle-hardened marine completely off guard? In the second or two before I saw for myself, my mind put forth the worst possible answer.

Sloane.

I made it to the entryway. Lia, Michael, and Dean were standing there, just as frozen in place as Judd. The first thing I saw was red.

Red dots. Red streaks. Red on the windows.

Sloane turned to beam at us. "Hi, guys!"

It took me a moment to process the fact that she was there, and she was fine. It was several seconds more before I realized that the red on the windows was a drawing.

"What the h.e.l.l, Sloane?" Lia recovered her voice first.

"I needed a bigger surface to write on." Sloane popped the cap on and off the marker in her hand. "It'll come off," she told us. "a.s.suming I grabbed the dry-erase marker and not a permanent Sharpie."

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