Show Of Force. Elle James

are you talking about?” Mustang asked.

      “Can’t say,” Mack said. “Just be ready.” Then he nodded to Charlie. “Assume the position.”

      Charlie grinned and sank to the floor in her expensive gown.

      “You can’t smile if you’re dying,” Mack warned her.

      The smile disappeared from her face and she closed her eyes. “Ready.”

      “I’m calling the ambulance,” Mack said, and dialed 911. He turned to Riley, not sure he should trust her, but knowing it was what Charlie wanted and possibly the only way to get the woman out of the hotel safely if others were gunning for her. “As soon as they say the fire department is on its way, let ’er rip.”

      Mack reported a woman down to the dispatcher. Once he was assured the ambulance was on its way, he nodded toward Riley.

      She lifted the ornamental hair clip and activated the switch on the back.

      A thundering bang rippled through the heavy doors of the restroom.

      Muffled screams sounded.

      “The guests are moving toward the doors on the west side,” Gus reported.

      “And on the north and east,” Mustang confirmed. “So far, they’re moving swiftly without panic. The security staff are facilitating their efforts. Where are you and Charlie?”

      “In the ladies’ restroom on the southern end of the ballroom,” Mack said. “If the exodus is moving well, Mustang, I need you here to take over for me. When the ambulance arrives, Gus, lead them into the restroom to collect Charlie.”

      “What happened? Is she all right?” Mustang asked.

      “No.” Mack stared across the room to where Charlie lay on the floor with her eyes open. “She’s been poisoned. I have to leave, but I need you and Gus to stick with her like glue and keep her safe. Someone wants her dead. If she lives through the poison, they might not let her live to leave the hospital.”