It would throw the hit man off her trail forsure. That is when she noticed a purse on the dresser next to thesuitcase.She got up and put some of the m...ney into her purse along with herdriver's license and credit cards. Doing things was like second natureto her. She looked at the suitcase the money was in and knew that thehit man would know it on sight. She hoped that there was a place in themall to buy a new one.Andrea called down to the front desk. When the person one the frontdesk answered. "I frowned. "Has he ever asked you for anything other than sex?" No," she said. "Which is kind of odd, I suppose, but it gives me time to do my homework and work for Professor Dumont." It sounds like he only thinks of you as a sex slave. He doesn't love you. He uses you. You're nothing more to him than a toy to play with and toss aside."She shrugged. "If that's what he wants, he's allowed to."I shook my head slowly. She simply didn't get it, which led to my understanding. She really didn't. I liked her, and I admit I fancied her, but, reluctantly I quickly concluded that she was way out of my league. I loved looking at her, watching the expressions flit across her face as she worked and talked with the other girls. I was I had to admit utterly besotted with her.Apparently, so she told us, she had left her boyfriend behind in Vegas. He had had a big win on the tables, and to Diana's dismay, he had disappeared with a local girl, who had designs on more than just his winnings? But. He was getting ready to kill the girl. I heard Michael go through the door. He couldn't know that it was trapped. A simple wire, just enough to make him stumble. Before he recovered the bastard had pulled his gun and shot Michael twice. I was moving as fast as I could. His mic was still working. I could hear his breathing. Rod, he wasn't dead. Then the girl screamed, but it cut off when the bastard stabbed her. I heard Michael whisper, 'No, ' and then two more shots. When I got here they were.