his eyes, his cool façade crumbling. “You keep looking over my shoulder, but my mother was almost six feet tall. A beast of a woman. I never did understand what Father saw in her. She lacked moral character.” Pablo rested his arm on the table. “Now I’m genuinely curious how you knew that information.”
Wyatt shot the blonde a baleful look.
The woman shrugged. “He never mentioned how big his mother was. I just assumed.”
Pablo marched toward Wyatt. “Who are you speaking to, Gravewalker? If that’s in fact what you are.”
Wyatt eyeballed his equipment and thought about bailing. The cool and collected ones made him nervous, but surely he could outrun this guy. Could a little person flash faster than he could run? Wyatt pondered the thought.
“A smart man would stay right where he is,” Pablo cautioned him.
Wyatt swung his gaze up to the monitors. Gem was trying to wield another energy ball, but the spark kept dying in her hands.
“Especially when someone is about to give him the keys to his kingdom.” Pablo walked over to the control panel and opened the second door, allowing Keystone in.
Wyatt didn’t know what this guy’s angle was, but he didn’t trust him. What if he’d just invited the Keystone team into a trap? Viktor had given Wyatt a backup number to call if things got out of hand. Did this qualify?
Pablo returned to the computer and made a few keystrokes. “Tell me you’re not the best of your kind.”
Ignoring his instinct to flee, Wyatt waltzed over to the computer and looked at an encrypted folder that Pablo had pulled up. “I was interrupted.”
Pablo arched his brow, unconvinced. “Huh. Did you also miss these files?”
“I copied everything to a drive. I didn’t have time for the tour.”
“Well, you’ll have a lot to look at later on then, won’t you?” Pablo reached underneath the desk and something ripped, like tape peeling off a hard surface. He handed Wyatt a flash drive. “A word of advice: never leave a room without searching it thoroughly. Some of us actually know how to use technology, and we also hide things in plain sight.”
Wyatt took the flash drive and put it in his pocket.
After a few more keystrokes, Pablo pulled up several camera angles on the monitor.
Wyatt watched people in black robes racing around an enclosed pit. Some were climbing into a hole in the wall, and others were attempting to bust through a heavy gate. A different camera showed Claude fending off three women. On another screen, Blue was swinging her axe at a bevy of women. Niko held a warrior’s stance with both swords, and no one dared to pass him.
“I could only bring up the outside doors. Didn’t think you had any power running down there.”
“Aside from the cameras, we don’t. Your friends won’t be able to hold them off for long.” Pablo held a grim look as he stared at the monitors.
Wyatt backed up. “What’s your angle, Dr. Evil?”
“Did you ever stop to wonder who your informant was? I lost all hope until your friend came along. That’s quite an interesting necklace she wears. A hollow onyx with a camera inside. You should talk to your jeweler. That’s a ubiquitous design when it comes to spy cams.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you? I’ll take bullshit for five hundred, Alex.”
Pablo glanced up at the screens. “Jeopardy was always a favorite of hers. You see, Audrey is a woman consumed with games. It’s her life. It’s how she makes money, how she amuses herself, how she treats others. Never love a woman who plays games with your heart—who strings you along, making you sink further into a pit of reprehensible behavior in order to lift her higher.” His gaze lowered. “I was promised immunity for this information. I was supposed to have enough advance warning to escape, but it seems I’ve been played a fool once again by a beautiful woman. I deserve to be locked up for my stupidity. I guess the fates have decided.”
“You’re not going to fight or try to escape?”
“To what avail? You’ve already seen my face, and I am not a killer.”
Wyatt unplugged his external hard drive. “This says otherwise.”
“I stage the events, but I do not partake.”
Wyatt flicked a glance at the screen. His team wouldn’t be able to control the crowd much longer. Wyatt sent a text message to their emergency backup, giving them the club location and entrance point. Once they got control of those masked buffoons, they could call