Honeytrap - Chapter Five
Honeytrap - Chapter 5 of ?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows. The goings-on at the Ritz-Carlton are figments of my imagination, not based on fact.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
NOTE: Sorry I took so long to update. Don’t go back to work until September. Still wrapped up in college but more free time has opened up - if I can pull myself away from Queen and Adam videos LOL.
Masterlist - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/93228.html
CHAPTER 5: FRISCO
“Will you stop it!”
“But ….”
“No buts! We didn’t have a choice so just suck it up, haul your ass and gear in here and let’s get in and out of their suite before they arrive.”
Kris opened his mouth to protest … yet again … but decided to take Matt’s advice and ‘suck it up’. He’d been surprised when Adam announced that Reggie hadn’t booked a commercial flight; rather, he had rented a private jet. Director Cowell didn’t seemed phased at all. In fact, he already had the tech department arranging some special surveillance equipment for Adam to use himself, beyond the wired bar piercing.
Once they had a take-off time for O’Dowd’s flight, the Agency quickly got Kris and Matt two tickets in coach to San Francisco. Matt grumbled about why the government - which had way more money than O’Dowd - couldn’t send them by private jet too. Kris agreed but wasn’t about to say so out loud. If all went well, they’d arrive with plenty of time to bug Reggie and Timothy’s suite before they arrived.
The two agents may have flown coach but their room in the City by the Bay was first class, thanks to Reggie. The man had booked his gaggle into the Ritz-Carlton, a landmark in the city since 1909. It was pure luxury but Kris and Matt had little time to enjoy it, especially the gorgeous Steinway Grand Piano in their room. O’Dowd had had the audacity to book the Presidential Suite; it was similar to the suite the two men had, just a bit bigger. Kris and Matt had both memorized a blueprint before leaving their LA office but blueprints don’t include every stitch of furniture and likely places to hide bugs.
Picking up his backpack, Kris dropped it on his choice of bed (by the window) and dared to touch the zipper.
“Forget the plaid,” Matt declared, “we’ve got to get to work.”
There were a lot of reasons to be on the same floor. There would be crystal clear reception from the planted microphones; they could keep an eye on those coming and going through the peep hole in the door (attached to a high tech eye); and, if the shit hit the fan, they’d be down the hall and could come to Adam’s aid.
Being a historical and world-renown hotel, it wasn’t surprising the government had connections that proved invaluable. When they picked up their room keys, a master key to every door in the hotel came in the envelope.
Once in the Presidential Suite, both agents got about their jobs. Matt tackled the huge living room and Kris started with the dining room. It didn’t take him long and since Matt was still working on the largest space, Kris passed by and found himself in the master bedroom.
The only difference between the room he and Matt were sleeping in and this one was the absence of a second mattress. He should have been bugging the room but Kris couldn’t stop staring at the king-sized bed and superimposing onto it what happened in Timothy’s bed the night Reggie invited his new lover to San Francisco - Adam stretched out on the bed in his briefs, palming himself … Adam getting sucked …Adam riding cock … Adam being pounded like a jack hammer’ (to quote Matt).
With each image, Kris’ blunt fingernails dug deeper into his palms.
“Wake up! Seriously dude, am I gonna have to send you back to LA?”
Matt didn’t give him time to reply, he just snatched the case out of Kris’ hand and moved on at lightning speed.
“Bug the bathrooms.”
Kris found the waterproof bugs and headed in. He caught his reflection in the mirror - face red, beads of sweat around his temples.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d never spaced out like this before, never let himself get distracted from his work. Distractions could get him or someone else killed. It could get Adam killed.
Maybe Matt should send him back. Kris was officially in charge but right now he was acting like a newbie on his first assignment and it was embarrassing.
“Done?”
“Give me a sec.”
Quickly, he stepped into the shower stall and planted a bug behind the shower head. When he came out, Matt was smiling.
“Look Matt, I’m sorry.”
“Forget it,” his friend lightly replied.
“No, I can’t … and you shouldn’t. I give you the authority to pull me off this assignment if I screw up.”
“No thanks pal. I like being a lemming, not a leader.”
“Well, I’m not much of a leader.”
“You’re one hell of a leader, don’t sell yourself short … well, shorter than usual.”
Kris laughed and relaxed. Matt beamed and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the suite and down the hall to theirs. Kris made a call and learned O’Dowd’s plane just landed but they’d still be at the airport for a while. They finished setting up their equipment and then sat around and waited. Matt gave into the temptation and took up residence at the piano. As a well-known tune by Tony Bennett filled the room, Kris perused the room service menu and ordered up an early dinner. Since the Agency was flipping the bill, he ordered them both steak and lobster. When that was done, he wandered to the picture window and looked down on the city.
With nothing to do, Kris’ mind went back to the king-sized bed. He couldn’t help himself and he grabbed his cell, ordering a roll-away bed to be delivered to the Presidential Suite and set up in the master bedroom within half an hour.
xXx
Adam leaned against a wooden crate, his shoulder bag held tight to his chest. His eyes darted around, he constantly licked his lips, and his body shook a little. He looked scared to death - exactly what he wanted to look like. On the outside he appeared to be a mess; on the inside, he was cool as a cucumber.
The flight from Los Angeles to San Francisco took just over 90 minutes. So far, they’d spent just as long sitting on the tarmac while the private jet got turned inside out and upside down. Adam was expecting this; Cowell told him that when the plane landed, the U.S. Customs and Border Patrol + the TSA and a local SWAT team would be waiting for them. If there were suspicions of contraband or other illegal activities, it was common for the law to search aircraft. With O’Dowd’s reputation, this happened a lot. He was cooperative - which is how you should be - but under the surface, pulsing through the veins visible in his neck, Adam could tell Reggie was fuming.
Asshole.
Reggie had brought a whole contingent of colleagues with him, eight in total. Adam was the only ‘significant other’ on the trip. Some of the men gave him the evil eye, some watched him with curiosity and others ignored him completely. That was fine with him; the only person whose attention he need, or wanted, was O’Dowd’s.
There wasn’t much of that attention on the flight and fortunately, it worked to Adam’s advantage. Since Kris and Matt had to be on a commercial flight, Cowell hooked Adam up with extra surveillance equipment - ‘It’s so obviously visible that it’s invisible’, whatever the hell his boss meant by that. In layman’s terms, if Reggie knew it was there, it would be obvious. But he didn’t know it was there, so he didn’t guard himself and Adam recorded unhindered.
Feigning disinterest, once aboard Timothy pulled out this Dr. Dre-style headphones and told Reggie flying made him nervous and music relaxed him. He apologized for being anti-social and Reggie waved it off, saying he had business to discuss anyway. The older man actually seemed relieved his Timmy Boy wouldn’t be overhearing his conversation. In reality, that’s exactly what his boy was doing. Adam preferred earbuds but it was near impossible to effectively conceal a video recording device and a microphone in earbuds. Plugging the headphones into his iPhone, Timothy encased his ears and shut his eyes, relaxing into the plush seat. The moment ‘play’ was pressed, surveillance began. In the background, Adam heard his music but in the forefront, he eavesdropped on the conversation, a gentle click every 15 seconds signaling him that pictures were being taken.
As far as Reggie was concerned, nothing was amiss.
“Sir, will you step this way please.”
Adam turned to see a uniformed officer addressing him. While the plane was being inspected, so were all the passengers. He’d been through this before … on the other side of law. As detectives, both Adam and Kris had been part of these kind of crackdowns. He knew what to expect and what was expected of him.
Slipping into his Timothy mask, he looked frantically for Reggie and hurried to him, the officer left behind, not amused.
“Reggie, they want to search me!”
The older man was busy answering questions from another officer and didn’t appear to have any patience left.
“Just do it so we can leave,” he ordered flatly.
“But I haven’t done anything!” Timothy shouted, his shoulder bag tight in his grip.
“Neither have I!” Reggie shouted back, more to the officer still questioning him.. He rubbed his eyes and lowered his voice. “Timmy, just do what they want. I’ll … I’ll make it up to you later.”
Timothy’s own personal escort caught up with him and proceeded to lead him, by the upper arm, to a large van being used for the strip searches. The scared young man went in where two other officers were waiting, one standing in front of a table and the other slipping on a rubber glove.
“Bag.”
Adam’s demeanor calmed and he handed the bag over. As that officer went through the contents, the other concentrated on him.
“Remove your shoes.”
Adam lifted his legs and tugged each boot off.
“Remove your jacket.”
He took of his blue leather jacket.
“Remove your belt.”
The studded belt hit the ground.
“Untuck your shirt.”
Adam tugged at the ends of his blue leopard print shirt until it came loose of his snug jeans.
Beyond this point, the personal body search stopped.
Adam watched the officer going through his bag take out items until he came upon the headphones. Reaching into a small black pouch on his utility belt, he removed a small metal instrument and inserted it into a slit on the side of each earpiece. The unit popped opened and he removed an information chip. Closing and locking that side, he opened the other side and removed another chip. Once he was finished, he put the headphones and other belongings back in the bag. Adam slipped his boots and belt back on, leaving his shirt out and his jacket bunched up in his hand.
“We’re all done here Agent Lambert,” the officer declared, handing back the bag. “Be careful.”
Adam nodded, grabbed his bag and left. The chaos that had surrounded the plane has vanished in the meantime and Reggie was leaning against his rented car, arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on his face. Adam tucked his shirt in as he approached the other man, playing up the strip search scenario that didn’t really happen.
“What happened? Where is everybody?” he asked dully.
“They didn’t find anything so we’re good to go.”
“Was there anything to find?”
Reggie just shrugged and opened the back car door. Timothy slipped in and Reggie followed. The moment the door clicked, the engine started and they headed downtown.
A large hot hand settled on Timothy’s thigh.
“I hope they weren’t too rough with you.”
“No … it was just embarrassing.”
The hand moved up his thigh and cupped his crotch, squeezing.
“I’ll make it up to you when we reach our bed.”
Timothy nodded, a small smile on his face as he rubbed the shell of his ear.
xXx
“Adam’s turned his piercing on … they’re on the way.”
“What does the GPS say?”
Kris looked moving dot on the city grid. “They’re about twenty minutes away, depending on traffic.”
“Good. I just got off the phone with the local bureau. They got the recordings from Adam’s headphones and are sending the information to the Director.”
“What about our copy?”
“They sent it; it’s on the computer.”
“Good.”
Matt set up to review the recordings from the plane and Kris went back to listening to the transmission from the ear piercing. The two men in the car were quiet. Every so often, Adam’s voice softly sounded, mostly pointing out tourist sights, asking if they could go there for dinner or there for a walk. Reggie didn’t commit, reminding Timothy they were here for work, but he did promise they’d see some of the city before they headed back to LA in two days.
“They’ve reached the hotel.”
Matt left the laptop and double checked the electronic eye attached to the peep hole and the super thin, super strong microphone slipped just under their door. These two apparatus would visually and audibly pick up the presence of people in the hallway. Anyone around Adam would be picked up audibly but they wanted to keep tabs on those coming and going to the Presidential Suite.
Ten minutes later, the elevator door opened. A bellhop pushing a luggage cart appeared first, followed by Reggie and then Adam. The trio headed to the opposite end of the hallway and disappeared through a door. Over the piercing, Kris heard the bellhop describe the amenities, finishing with the usual words that would hopefully solicit a generous tip. Reggie didn’t bite but Adam did, thanking the young woman.
The door slammed shut and Reggie let loose with a torrent of profanity that could strip the paint off the walls. Listening to this rage against the machine made Kris’ hair stand on end and he couldn’t help but worry for Adam. He knew the crime boss wasn’t angry at his ‘boy’ but who was to say he wouldn’t try to release that rage on him. Adam’s voice broke in, soothing the anger away and calming the situation. Kris knew was coming but he just had to wait … and there it was - ‘Who the fuck ordered that bed?!’ He laughed and removed the headphones, tossing them on the table; the computer could eavesdrop for the next ten minutes.
“Getting too hot for ya?” Matt asked with a smirk.
“Reggie is,” - insert quotation fingers - “’making it up to him’. So, what did Adam’s surveillance from the flight reveal?”
“There’s going to me a meeting tomorrow night, in Reggie’s suite. Sounds like a big to-do with Jake Donovan.”
“Donovan … why does that name sound familiar? Oh, wait, isn’t he that asshole who imported that shipment of firearms from Colombia which ended up on the streets back home and killed that kid in a drive-by?”
“The one and the same. We arrested one of his guys who was going to turn State’s evidence ….”
“… and then he got gunned down on the steps of the county courthouse along with his lawyer and guards.”
“Never did catch the shooter.”
“Made a laughing stock of the LAPD.”
“Didn’t do much for the Agency’s reputation either.”
“So Donovan and O’Dowd are looking to do business together.”
“This is huge.”
“Yay, huge,” Kris repeated, rubbing the back of his neck, “and Adam’s going to be in the middle of it.”
Presidential Suite looks like this but bigger, Ritz-Carlton, http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Properties/SanFrancisco/Rooms/Suites/The-Ritz-Carlton-Suite.htm?tab=video
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows. The goings-on at the Ritz-Carlton are figments of my imagination, not based on fact.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
NOTE: Sorry I took so long to update. Don’t go back to work until September. Still wrapped up in college but more free time has opened up - if I can pull myself away from Queen and Adam videos LOL.
Masterlist - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/93228.html
CHAPTER 5: FRISCO
“Will you stop it!”
“But ….”
“No buts! We didn’t have a choice so just suck it up, haul your ass and gear in here and let’s get in and out of their suite before they arrive.”
Kris opened his mouth to protest … yet again … but decided to take Matt’s advice and ‘suck it up’. He’d been surprised when Adam announced that Reggie hadn’t booked a commercial flight; rather, he had rented a private jet. Director Cowell didn’t seemed phased at all. In fact, he already had the tech department arranging some special surveillance equipment for Adam to use himself, beyond the wired bar piercing.
Once they had a take-off time for O’Dowd’s flight, the Agency quickly got Kris and Matt two tickets in coach to San Francisco. Matt grumbled about why the government - which had way more money than O’Dowd - couldn’t send them by private jet too. Kris agreed but wasn’t about to say so out loud. If all went well, they’d arrive with plenty of time to bug Reggie and Timothy’s suite before they arrived.
The two agents may have flown coach but their room in the City by the Bay was first class, thanks to Reggie. The man had booked his gaggle into the Ritz-Carlton, a landmark in the city since 1909. It was pure luxury but Kris and Matt had little time to enjoy it, especially the gorgeous Steinway Grand Piano in their room. O’Dowd had had the audacity to book the Presidential Suite; it was similar to the suite the two men had, just a bit bigger. Kris and Matt had both memorized a blueprint before leaving their LA office but blueprints don’t include every stitch of furniture and likely places to hide bugs.
Picking up his backpack, Kris dropped it on his choice of bed (by the window) and dared to touch the zipper.
“Forget the plaid,” Matt declared, “we’ve got to get to work.”
There were a lot of reasons to be on the same floor. There would be crystal clear reception from the planted microphones; they could keep an eye on those coming and going through the peep hole in the door (attached to a high tech eye); and, if the shit hit the fan, they’d be down the hall and could come to Adam’s aid.
Being a historical and world-renown hotel, it wasn’t surprising the government had connections that proved invaluable. When they picked up their room keys, a master key to every door in the hotel came in the envelope.
Once in the Presidential Suite, both agents got about their jobs. Matt tackled the huge living room and Kris started with the dining room. It didn’t take him long and since Matt was still working on the largest space, Kris passed by and found himself in the master bedroom.
The only difference between the room he and Matt were sleeping in and this one was the absence of a second mattress. He should have been bugging the room but Kris couldn’t stop staring at the king-sized bed and superimposing onto it what happened in Timothy’s bed the night Reggie invited his new lover to San Francisco - Adam stretched out on the bed in his briefs, palming himself … Adam getting sucked …Adam riding cock … Adam being pounded like a jack hammer’ (to quote Matt).
With each image, Kris’ blunt fingernails dug deeper into his palms.
“Wake up! Seriously dude, am I gonna have to send you back to LA?”
Matt didn’t give him time to reply, he just snatched the case out of Kris’ hand and moved on at lightning speed.
“Bug the bathrooms.”
Kris found the waterproof bugs and headed in. He caught his reflection in the mirror - face red, beads of sweat around his temples.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d never spaced out like this before, never let himself get distracted from his work. Distractions could get him or someone else killed. It could get Adam killed.
Maybe Matt should send him back. Kris was officially in charge but right now he was acting like a newbie on his first assignment and it was embarrassing.
“Done?”
“Give me a sec.”
Quickly, he stepped into the shower stall and planted a bug behind the shower head. When he came out, Matt was smiling.
“Look Matt, I’m sorry.”
“Forget it,” his friend lightly replied.
“No, I can’t … and you shouldn’t. I give you the authority to pull me off this assignment if I screw up.”
“No thanks pal. I like being a lemming, not a leader.”
“Well, I’m not much of a leader.”
“You’re one hell of a leader, don’t sell yourself short … well, shorter than usual.”
Kris laughed and relaxed. Matt beamed and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the suite and down the hall to theirs. Kris made a call and learned O’Dowd’s plane just landed but they’d still be at the airport for a while. They finished setting up their equipment and then sat around and waited. Matt gave into the temptation and took up residence at the piano. As a well-known tune by Tony Bennett filled the room, Kris perused the room service menu and ordered up an early dinner. Since the Agency was flipping the bill, he ordered them both steak and lobster. When that was done, he wandered to the picture window and looked down on the city.
With nothing to do, Kris’ mind went back to the king-sized bed. He couldn’t help himself and he grabbed his cell, ordering a roll-away bed to be delivered to the Presidential Suite and set up in the master bedroom within half an hour.
xXx
Adam leaned against a wooden crate, his shoulder bag held tight to his chest. His eyes darted around, he constantly licked his lips, and his body shook a little. He looked scared to death - exactly what he wanted to look like. On the outside he appeared to be a mess; on the inside, he was cool as a cucumber.
The flight from Los Angeles to San Francisco took just over 90 minutes. So far, they’d spent just as long sitting on the tarmac while the private jet got turned inside out and upside down. Adam was expecting this; Cowell told him that when the plane landed, the U.S. Customs and Border Patrol + the TSA and a local SWAT team would be waiting for them. If there were suspicions of contraband or other illegal activities, it was common for the law to search aircraft. With O’Dowd’s reputation, this happened a lot. He was cooperative - which is how you should be - but under the surface, pulsing through the veins visible in his neck, Adam could tell Reggie was fuming.
Asshole.
Reggie had brought a whole contingent of colleagues with him, eight in total. Adam was the only ‘significant other’ on the trip. Some of the men gave him the evil eye, some watched him with curiosity and others ignored him completely. That was fine with him; the only person whose attention he need, or wanted, was O’Dowd’s.
There wasn’t much of that attention on the flight and fortunately, it worked to Adam’s advantage. Since Kris and Matt had to be on a commercial flight, Cowell hooked Adam up with extra surveillance equipment - ‘It’s so obviously visible that it’s invisible’, whatever the hell his boss meant by that. In layman’s terms, if Reggie knew it was there, it would be obvious. But he didn’t know it was there, so he didn’t guard himself and Adam recorded unhindered.
Feigning disinterest, once aboard Timothy pulled out this Dr. Dre-style headphones and told Reggie flying made him nervous and music relaxed him. He apologized for being anti-social and Reggie waved it off, saying he had business to discuss anyway. The older man actually seemed relieved his Timmy Boy wouldn’t be overhearing his conversation. In reality, that’s exactly what his boy was doing. Adam preferred earbuds but it was near impossible to effectively conceal a video recording device and a microphone in earbuds. Plugging the headphones into his iPhone, Timothy encased his ears and shut his eyes, relaxing into the plush seat. The moment ‘play’ was pressed, surveillance began. In the background, Adam heard his music but in the forefront, he eavesdropped on the conversation, a gentle click every 15 seconds signaling him that pictures were being taken.
As far as Reggie was concerned, nothing was amiss.
“Sir, will you step this way please.”
Adam turned to see a uniformed officer addressing him. While the plane was being inspected, so were all the passengers. He’d been through this before … on the other side of law. As detectives, both Adam and Kris had been part of these kind of crackdowns. He knew what to expect and what was expected of him.
Slipping into his Timothy mask, he looked frantically for Reggie and hurried to him, the officer left behind, not amused.
“Reggie, they want to search me!”
The older man was busy answering questions from another officer and didn’t appear to have any patience left.
“Just do it so we can leave,” he ordered flatly.
“But I haven’t done anything!” Timothy shouted, his shoulder bag tight in his grip.
“Neither have I!” Reggie shouted back, more to the officer still questioning him.. He rubbed his eyes and lowered his voice. “Timmy, just do what they want. I’ll … I’ll make it up to you later.”
Timothy’s own personal escort caught up with him and proceeded to lead him, by the upper arm, to a large van being used for the strip searches. The scared young man went in where two other officers were waiting, one standing in front of a table and the other slipping on a rubber glove.
“Bag.”
Adam’s demeanor calmed and he handed the bag over. As that officer went through the contents, the other concentrated on him.
“Remove your shoes.”
Adam lifted his legs and tugged each boot off.
“Remove your jacket.”
He took of his blue leather jacket.
“Remove your belt.”
The studded belt hit the ground.
“Untuck your shirt.”
Adam tugged at the ends of his blue leopard print shirt until it came loose of his snug jeans.
Beyond this point, the personal body search stopped.
Adam watched the officer going through his bag take out items until he came upon the headphones. Reaching into a small black pouch on his utility belt, he removed a small metal instrument and inserted it into a slit on the side of each earpiece. The unit popped opened and he removed an information chip. Closing and locking that side, he opened the other side and removed another chip. Once he was finished, he put the headphones and other belongings back in the bag. Adam slipped his boots and belt back on, leaving his shirt out and his jacket bunched up in his hand.
“We’re all done here Agent Lambert,” the officer declared, handing back the bag. “Be careful.”
Adam nodded, grabbed his bag and left. The chaos that had surrounded the plane has vanished in the meantime and Reggie was leaning against his rented car, arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on his face. Adam tucked his shirt in as he approached the other man, playing up the strip search scenario that didn’t really happen.
“What happened? Where is everybody?” he asked dully.
“They didn’t find anything so we’re good to go.”
“Was there anything to find?”
Reggie just shrugged and opened the back car door. Timothy slipped in and Reggie followed. The moment the door clicked, the engine started and they headed downtown.
A large hot hand settled on Timothy’s thigh.
“I hope they weren’t too rough with you.”
“No … it was just embarrassing.”
The hand moved up his thigh and cupped his crotch, squeezing.
“I’ll make it up to you when we reach our bed.”
Timothy nodded, a small smile on his face as he rubbed the shell of his ear.
xXx
“Adam’s turned his piercing on … they’re on the way.”
“What does the GPS say?”
Kris looked moving dot on the city grid. “They’re about twenty minutes away, depending on traffic.”
“Good. I just got off the phone with the local bureau. They got the recordings from Adam’s headphones and are sending the information to the Director.”
“What about our copy?”
“They sent it; it’s on the computer.”
“Good.”
Matt set up to review the recordings from the plane and Kris went back to listening to the transmission from the ear piercing. The two men in the car were quiet. Every so often, Adam’s voice softly sounded, mostly pointing out tourist sights, asking if they could go there for dinner or there for a walk. Reggie didn’t commit, reminding Timothy they were here for work, but he did promise they’d see some of the city before they headed back to LA in two days.
“They’ve reached the hotel.”
Matt left the laptop and double checked the electronic eye attached to the peep hole and the super thin, super strong microphone slipped just under their door. These two apparatus would visually and audibly pick up the presence of people in the hallway. Anyone around Adam would be picked up audibly but they wanted to keep tabs on those coming and going to the Presidential Suite.
Ten minutes later, the elevator door opened. A bellhop pushing a luggage cart appeared first, followed by Reggie and then Adam. The trio headed to the opposite end of the hallway and disappeared through a door. Over the piercing, Kris heard the bellhop describe the amenities, finishing with the usual words that would hopefully solicit a generous tip. Reggie didn’t bite but Adam did, thanking the young woman.
The door slammed shut and Reggie let loose with a torrent of profanity that could strip the paint off the walls. Listening to this rage against the machine made Kris’ hair stand on end and he couldn’t help but worry for Adam. He knew the crime boss wasn’t angry at his ‘boy’ but who was to say he wouldn’t try to release that rage on him. Adam’s voice broke in, soothing the anger away and calming the situation. Kris knew was coming but he just had to wait … and there it was - ‘Who the fuck ordered that bed?!’ He laughed and removed the headphones, tossing them on the table; the computer could eavesdrop for the next ten minutes.
“Getting too hot for ya?” Matt asked with a smirk.
“Reggie is,” - insert quotation fingers - “’making it up to him’. So, what did Adam’s surveillance from the flight reveal?”
“There’s going to me a meeting tomorrow night, in Reggie’s suite. Sounds like a big to-do with Jake Donovan.”
“Donovan … why does that name sound familiar? Oh, wait, isn’t he that asshole who imported that shipment of firearms from Colombia which ended up on the streets back home and killed that kid in a drive-by?”
“The one and the same. We arrested one of his guys who was going to turn State’s evidence ….”
“… and then he got gunned down on the steps of the county courthouse along with his lawyer and guards.”
“Never did catch the shooter.”
“Made a laughing stock of the LAPD.”
“Didn’t do much for the Agency’s reputation either.”
“So Donovan and O’Dowd are looking to do business together.”
“This is huge.”
“Yay, huge,” Kris repeated, rubbing the back of his neck, “and Adam’s going to be in the middle of it.”
Presidential Suite looks like this but bigger, Ritz-Carlton, http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Properties/SanFrancisco/Rooms/Suites/The-Ritz-Carlton-Suite.htm?tab=video