Midnight Rescue: A Killer Instincts Novel (39 page)

There was a crackling sound, then radio silence. “What’s going on?” Trevor asked slowly.

“Dane’s not in that club, man. And if he is, then he’s hiding away upstairs or somewhere in the employee area.”

Luke reached into the pocket of his Windbreaker and pulled out his Marlboros. He lit one, and the orange tip glowed as he sucked hard and then exhaled a cloud of smoke into the night air. Huh. The guy was definitely on edge.

“I can go back in,” Luke added. “Try to get past those mammoth-size bouncers and snoop around, but I’m thinking we go about this another way.”

“The dancer.”

“Yeah.” Luke furrowed his brow, and he took another drag. “Something about her triggered an alarm. I asked her how she liked her job, and she just shut down. I swear, she even looked scared.”

“That’s rather flimsy.”

“Look, I can’t explain it, but my gut is telling me Morgan’s informant was right. This dancer knows something.”

“About the missing agent?”

Luke grunted in frustratration. “I don’t know. Maybe. But she warrants a closer look.”

Trevor snorted. “Another lap dance, perhaps?”

“No. Fuck, not that kind of look. But I think we need to find out more about her.”

Trevor wasn’t entirely convinced, but he’d learned to trust the instincts of the other men on the team. A soldier’s gut feeling was often the most valuable weapon in his arsenal. “Fine. We’ll find out more.” He cocked his head. “You’ll go back in tomorrow night, then?”

Luke sighed. “That might be a problem.”