Page 59 of Beachcomber Danger

Chapter 18

“What the hell happened to you?” Andrews met them in the security room and Dane wanted to punch him for the ungrateful crack, but he was already pushing his luck.

“She needs a doctor, you prick. Is there one in residence?”

“No, but we can get one here in a hurry. Where’s the girl, Sassy?”

“We asked her to stay in the car. She’s okay. I can wait until tomorrow to see a doctor. Right now, we need to find the Chambers and I’m the one with the best shot at identifying them.”

“We’ve all seen photos,” Andrews said.

“Sure, except you know they’ll be in disguise and they’ll be damned excellent disguises—like professional movie studio level.”

“How do you know?” Andrews asked, but Dane wanted to know what made her so sure, too.

“They weren’t worried about me getting out of the basement, but they did want us to think they were servers. They weren’t going to be servers, but they were confident that I wouldn’t know who the hell they are when I saw them.”

“Great. So how will you know?” Dane asked.

She shrugged. He let a smile escape. It was his signature shrug, half-hearted and accompanied by an annoyingly overconfident look.

“Not good enough,” Andrews said. “We’re in the process of double-checking all the wait staff and I see no reason to change focus.”

“I see no reason not to watch the guests and double-check them too.”

“What do you want us to do? Start asking to see people’s IDs? They’re already arriving. There’s a steady stream of them now. My agents are the only servers out there with them.”

“Good. I’ll join them.”

“Dressed like that?” Andrews said looking him over as if he were dressed as a circus clown.

“The Governor was kind enough to have my tux sent over. I believe he left it in the first-floor office. Point the way.”

Cap said, “I’ll help with identifying the perps. I’ll stick with Shana.”

Dane looked at Cap. That should be Dane’s job, but they both knew he could be a target for the Chambers and that Shana would be better off with him.

“See that she gets cleaned up and dressed in a cute maid’s outfit with a dark wig and glasses.”

“Where are we going to find a dark wig and glasses?” Cap asked.

“Actually, we do have some wigs and other accessories. The agents have been using them. Third floor. She can get fixed up there.”

“I’m standing right here. I’ll be happy to. Let’s go, Cap. No time to waste.”

“Hold on.” Andrews said and opened a drawer. He took out some wireless earbuds and handed one to each of them. “Communications set for the interior and immediate exterior. There’s a blue and a red channel. The agents are set to blue. I’m blue and red. You all set your channels to red. Everything goes through me.”

“Damn efficient.” Dane took his as did the others.

When Cap and Shana left the security room two agents came in and sat at the desks to man the stations.

“What are you waiting for?” Andrews asked Dane.

“Where’s the President?”

“He’s in his room. Under guard.”

“Any chance he’ll stay there for a while?”