"Okay, you've got a point. But no one is fighting for Numero Uno -- and that might tear shit up."Luz waved a finger at Carmen and Gladys. "It's betwee... them, Boss -- and I think they've agreed to share."I looked at Carmen, not knowing what to say. Gladys waved her over and took one of her hands. "What IS your position on Carmen?" She's ... young..." I croaked. "I keep telling her that she can do better -- younger, anyway." But... ?" Gladys pressed.I sighed. "I know what's right -- but I can't. “Five minutes. Stay inside; I'll come in and get you... and maybe break that guy's arm.” Just as I was about to reiterate my promise to do what he asked, the back door swung open. “Shit.” My hand dropped slightly, lowering the phone from my ear as I saw the person walking towards me. On the other end of the phone, Riley was calling to me, but I couldn't understand his words. “What do you want, Dean?”“Holly!” With the single word, I recognized his slur. Less than half an hour had passed since. Danny fought to maintain his trigger discipline.“Gentlemen...”The three men turned, not fully bringing their weapons up, to be faced with Shaun’s and Danny’s weapons trained on them.“I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing up here,” Danny said, “but I’m a member of hotel security, and I need you gentlemen to put your weapons on the floor, and vacate the premises immediately.”“Or what?” a balding man with florid cheeks stammered.“Well,” Shaun said, “pretty sure you can figure that out. A town of upper middle class families whose husbands earned salaries that allowed wives to remain at home often with too much time on their hands. Dominic and Theresa Scalia had moved to the area from California three years ago. Dominic had purchased the major banking institution in town and was operating it as President and CEO. He held a great amount of influence in the community. Theresa or Terri as she was usually called, was very active in charitable and community activities. A little too.