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.More importantly, she now looked as if she belongedwith him.He was a man who would probably be attracted to a woman whowould dress in this very casual way, even in the environs of this oldand elegant downtown hotel.He also looked like a man who would be attractive to such a woman.Probably attractive to any woman, she admitted.He looked dangerous.Exciting.And undeniably sexy.Tyler was a little surprised by her ownadmission."Ready?" he asked."As ready as I'll ever be," she agreed reluctantly, and watched him openthe door.After he checked out the hall, he signaled for her to join him.Theshort walk to the elevator and the ride down were thankfully uneventful.Tyler kept her face turned down, the bill of the baseball cap he'd givenher shadowing her features.Her nervousness didn't seem to have rubbed off on her companion.Heacted as if what they were doing was routine.There was nothing furtiveabout his manner, and no one who got on the elevator gave either of thema second glance.When the doors opened on the lobby, Tyler was aware from the volume ofthe noise that something was going on.For one thing, it was almostwall-to-wall people.She reached out and grabbed her escort's arm,keeping her head bent and her eyes lowered.She intended to let himlead her past anyone who might be looking for her.However, they couldbarely push their way off the car.The way across the lobby was blockedby the crowd.There seemed to be a lot of noise coming from outside, too.The thrumpof a helicopter circling overhead.Sirens.Tyler realized only nowthat she had heard those upstairs, but they were such a familiarbackground noise in this city that she hadn't paid much attention to thedistant wail.Only, the wails weren't distant anymore.They were loud,really loud, because they all seemed to be converging on this building."Something's happened outside," her companion said under his breath.Tyler raised her eyes and found he was looking toward the row of glassdoors under the striped awnings at the front of the lobby.When sheturned, she realized he was right.ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlThe sidewalk was crowded with people, including a lot of men in MiddleEastern garb and members of the media.There were also cops, uniformedand not.To someone who had lived in New York City as long as Tylerhad, however, they were as obviously cops as if they'd been sportingbadges."What is it?" she asked, shaken by her growing realization of what hadhappened, still hoping somehow she was wrong."Something out on the street," he said."But it seems connected with the hotel.They're not letting anyoneleave."Her heart plummeted.Her fingers tightened convulsively on his arm, andhe glanced down.She met his eyes, glad that the fear in hers would behidden by the dark lenses.Glad that he wouldn't be able to read whatelse was almost certain to be in them--knowledge of exactly what wasgoing on outside and an immediate, sharp increase in her terror, whichhad begun to ease with his steady confidence."What do we do?" she asked, desperate now to get out of here.Shecouldn't change what had occurred.All she could do was try to protectherself."See anybody you know?" her companion asked, his own eyes scanning thelobby.The men in Amir's room? she wondered.And then her brain began tofunction.He meant the wedding party.Her gaze also circled the waitingthrong, searching.He was right, she realized.No one was beingallowed to leave the hotel.As a result the lobby was filled with angry people, suitcases besidethem as they waited for permission to leave.Permission to catch theirtrains or planes.She wondered if anyone had taken time to explain tothem what was going on."By the far doors," she said, recognizing a familiar figure in the seaof strangers.It was Susan Brooker, conspicuous because of thebridesmaid's dress she wore.Susan's attention was on whatever dramawas unfolding outside the glass doors.Tyler also discovered that there were several of Amir's men in thelobby, dark eyes searching the milling crowd.And she knew who theywere looking for."Can't we go out the back?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady,to control the surging panic."I don't think they're letting anyone out.Not from any entrance.Ifthey were, this mob would already be gone."Of course they weren't.She knew, even if he didn't, what the cops werelooking for.They were looking for an assassin.Searching for amurderer.Murderers, she amended.Murderers whose faces she had seen.For one split second, at least.ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlAnd those men might be here in the lobby.Looking for someone who wasthe right height.The right build.The right-"Come on," her companionordered softly.He turned, pulling her with him since her fingers were still fastened ina death grip around his arm.He plowed politely, but with purpose,through the angry crowd [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]