4Dead Men Don’t SpeakSoren stood in the hallway beside his hotel room door. It shifted a creaky inch to and fro in the breeze from the window. He’d left neither the door nor the window open.
Peering through the crack between the hinges, he saw no one, but instinct raised hairs on the back of his neck—someone was inside.
Soren reviewed possible intruders. Apart from Drayden’s man and Sowilo Skye, no one knew he was in Vegas. He hadn’t even told Billy where he was going, though, no doubt with his angelic superpowers, as he loved to call them, he could find him easily enough. But Billy wouldn’t hide out in his room, he’d be more likely to slap a kiss on his lips.
Maybe someone had got wind of the job he’d just completed and thought he’d be returning with a pile of cash. If that was the cas
