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waiting, she plucked a cell phone out of her tote bag and pretended to make a few calls, all seeking the whereabouts of her boyfriend.
It was twenty minutes more before the blond businessman sitting opposite Guerrero started putting things into his briefcase, while the bodyguard signaled the barman for their bill.
Out of the corner of her eye, Domino watched Sundance stand and fold his newspaper, then pull out his wallet for a tip, busying himself until his target was on his feet and ready to depart. Her disquiet increased when she saw his hand tremble .
As soon as Guerrero and his goons headed toward the elevators, Sundance went that way too, walking ahead of them. The businessman veered off from the rest, toward the lobby.
Domino forced herself to remain seated, observing the four men wait for the lift. As the primary operative, Sundance was supposed to stick with the target at all costs. She assumed they were all headed to the underground parking garage, since she knew Guerrero had a car waiting there and a flight to catch.
And indeed, when the elevator arrived, she watched the down arrow above it illuminate.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, she rose and headed quickly to the back bar, where she tossed the barman a couple of bills. “If he ever gets here,” she said petulantly, “tell him he can go to hell, huh?”
While she was pounding down the stairwell beside the elevator after them, the voice in her ear relayed a disturbing development. “Domino, Sundance may be made.”
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HAPTER THREE
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undance steeled himself and tried to remain focused on his training and objective. But he couldn’t help sweating, and the bodyguard had noticed.
    The sudden change in plans had unnerved him. Although this was a much better setting for his first job than Miami International, he had memorized the airport layout, not this hotel’s. There were too many unknowns here. And he hadn’t expected to share an elevator with the man he was about to kill and the goons assigned to keep him from doing it.
    Everything had gone smoothly until now.
He had proceeded to the elevator ahead of his target and pushed the down button with some confidence it was Guerrero’s destination as well. To keep his backup apprised of the situation, he had hesitated by the elevator’s control panel after pushing the round, white, P-forParking button and asked, “Which floor?” of the others as they got on.
Then he got the first hint he may have been made.
The bodyguard studied him a little too closely before peering at the panel and replying, “We’re good.”
Things unraveled further when the bodyguard positioned himself in the back of the elevator beside him. And when Sundance glanced his way, the man purposefully opened his suit jacket so he could see the gun beneath it.
This close, the guy was massive and intimidating.
“ Que pasa , amigo?” the hulk inquired. “What’s your problem?”
Sweat ran down his back. “No problem,” he said, with as much nonchalance as he could muster.
The elevator braked to a stop, and he hesitated, intending to let Guerrero and his goons take a few steps toward their car. To his dismay, the bodyguard put his hand inside his jacket on his gun as he stepped out and glared at him. A warning.
To further complicate matters, the three men did not turn left toward the SUV they had arrived in as Sundance expected, but walked straight ahead, down the main parking aisle. He had no choice. He had to follow them, and he couldn’t do so as discreetly as he would have liked. Fuck this , he thought, as he stepped off the elevator.
    Domino eased open the stairwell door to the parking garage and listened as she slipped on a thin pair of latex gloves from her tote bag. She could hear low voices, speaking Spanish, and the sound of footsteps, but everything was moving away from her, so she slipped out and took cover behind the nearest concrete column to ascertain the situation.
    Guerrero and his goons were headed down the main