Page 45 of Just My Luck

When I tried to call Jax, knowing his meeting would have ended more than an hour ago, my call went through to his voicemail. There was a slight chance the meeting went over so I left him a text message.

“Call me when you can so we can hit the shops.”

I waited for a moment and when he didn’t instantly respond, I returned to the table with Kit.

Five minutes later, Kit got a call and, instead of excusing himself like he normally did, he took the call right at the table.

“That’s fine.” He frowned. “Who?” His eyes moved to me. “And they’re there now?” He paused. “He’s in custody?” He nodded. “I see, I’ll handle it.” He hung up.

“Problems?” I asked, having glanced at my phone and sent two more messages to Jax.

“It appears that there was a little… snafu at the Apex.”

“Nothing major I hope?”

“The police were called to a guest’s room.”

“Oh, problems?”

It appeared that Kit was either stalling or dragging the moment out for some reason.

“A sting of sorts. A guest was arrested on suspicion of sex trafficking a minor.”

“What?” I gasped and leaned forward. “In your hotel? Is the girl all right?”

“I’ve been assured she is safe,” he said quickly.

“That’s good. I hope it won’t put a shadow over the Apex,” I said, unsure of what to say.

He waved his hand as if shooing a fly away. “It’s Vegas. We’ve had worse than sex workers and johns being hauled out our back doors.”

My back stiffened at his tone. He was being so… dismissive.

Then he reached across the table and took my hand in his. I frowned down at it as my stomach lurched. Something wasn’t right.

“It’s just, well, there’s no easy way to say this. The police have Jacob Mylonas in custody for sex trafficking and exploitation of a minor.”

“What?” I jerked my hand away and stood up, reaching for my phone as I glanced around. I needed to get to the hotel. I had to hear from Jax. Now.

The call went to his voicemail again.

Kit rushed after me as I stepped outside the restaurant.

“The car.” He motioned and seconds later the limo appeared. I climbed in without thinking as I shot Jax another text message. Kit sat next to me, watching my every move.

When I couldn’t get a hold of Jax, I changed tactics and called Rick.

“What’s up?” Rick asked when he answered.

“I need you in Vegas now,” I said, looking out the window as we approached the Apex. As I relayed what Kit had told me, my heart sank.

“We’ll be there in three hours,” Rick said, hanging up.

I rushed through the lobby, stopping only when Kit took my arm.

“He’s not up here,” he said, waving over an employee. “I need an update on the situation,” he said in a low tone.

The staff member waved over a tall balding man who approached us as if he was in no hurry. I vaguely remembered seeing him a few times before. “Mr. Sterling, the gentleman has been taken into custody. The room is being cleared now. The female is no longer on the premises.”