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rated PG-13 for some violent content, sensuality and adult language ]
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based upon “Knight Rider” aka “Knight of the Phoenix” by Glen A. Larson ]
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project start date: July 25, 2005 ]
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project complete date: October 17, 2005 ]
[
proof read by Michelle Gardner ]
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final word count: 32,770 ]
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Knight Rider and characters are © 1982, Glen A. Larson and NBC/Universal ]
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Las Vegas and characters are © 2003, Gary Scott Thompson and NBC/Universal ]
r e b o r n
“Big Ed” Deline tried his best to navigate
the casino floor without his hosts or Miss Mancuso seeing and stopping
him. There was way too much on his mind
to deal with comps or the new owner’s bullshit.
Not only was the
Montecito playing host to the United States Defense Contractors Conference, an
absolute security nightmare that spelled out many long shifts for Ed and his
staff, but the FBI, not the most favorite people of his and the feeling was
definitely mutual, came to him a week ago and informed him they were planning a
sting in plain sight in the middle of this damned conference.
By all rules and
definitions, this story is considered a crossover with Las Vegas. But for real intentions, the characters and
the lovely Montecito were used mainly as a jumping off point for the action. More on this below…
He had to run that
through his mind once more. In the
midst of the Defense Contractors Conference, a national security event at his
casino where he had to work with the Secret Service to ensure complete
security, the FBI was planning a sting to bust a group of people with their
minds set on industrial espionage.
The new Montecito had
been stretching her wings and getting back on her feet since her rebirth. Thanks to new owner Monica Mancuso, this
hellish event was thrown onto Ed’s plate as she decided such a conference would
breathe new life into the Montecito.
Yeah, great
event. The casino had virtually been
taken over by the Secret Service to prepare for the conference, and during the
conference, all attendees had to wear computerized badges, and any public
patrons of his casino had to pass through metal detectors and were subject to
random searches.
Ten floors of the
resort were closed and reserved for conference attendees.
Worst of all, the
topless pool was going to be closed down during the conference.
Ed dealt with people
scrutinizing the security of his casino, despite millions of dollars worth of
security, surveillance, anti-theft and other pieces of equipment that made the
Montecito the most secure casino on The Strip.
That wasn’t good
enough for the Secret Service.
This line was originally
referring to some plans I had to write the complete story as to how Ed and the
rest of the Montecito staff had to prepare the casino for the Defense
Contractors Conference, and dealing with the Secret Service and other agencies
to make the casino the most secure spot in the country. I had some pieces of this part written, but
realized that this story would be almost twice as long, half Las Vegas and half
Knight Rider… I decided that it might be more pleasing to the KR fans to get
right into the action. The above lines
and some pieces below were modified with the cutting of the prelude story.
And now… the FBI was
here to conduct a covert mission in the middle of it all to prevent the leak of
sensitive information.
How could this day get
any more hectic?
“Ed!” yelled a voice
he was trying his best to avoid. He
looked to his left and Monica was hurrying to catch up to him, “I got wind of
something big going down in the middle of the conference,” she said, “do you
know anything about that?”
“I am on my way to
find out now,” Ed lied, “An agent from the FBI is waiting for us.”
“That’s where I’m
going too,” Monica said as they walked, “where’s Danny and Mike?”
“Dealing with
something, they’ll meet us there,” Ed said.
Monica stopped Ed,
“Dealing with what? I thought we agreed
I would be kept in the loop
when I took ownership.”
Ed turned to Monica
trying his best to keep an annoyed look off of his face, “I’ll keep you in the
loop, Monica. I will forward every
incident report to you my staff deals with, from purse thieves to old ladies
falling down the brand new stairs that are claimed to be up to code. Shit, I’ll even give you the reports that
come out of the new parking garage you built that is supposed to be safer with
wider spots. You know we’re holding
bets to see if dings or bums rank higher in the garage?”
Ever since rich-bitch
Monica Mancuso took over, the Montecito wasn’t the same.
Monica looked at Ed
straight-faced. With that face, he knew
Danny would want her on his poker team, “Well it looks like we have everything
under control,” she said.
“Yes, we do,”
Ed replied beginning to walk again, “although it seems the Secret Service has
all but fired us and taken over my facilities.”
“Oh relax, Ed, I gave
up ten floors of rooms, the topless pool, most of the casino and our new
conference center, you can stand to share your surveillance office,” Monica
said.
“That reminds me,” Ed
said before going into the conference room, “I’ll be sure to give you a report
of any illegal activities my team might have missed because we are baby sitting
the nation’s secrets.”
Ed and Monica pretty
much hated each other, and this hate comes to a point in an episode of Las
Vegas shortly after this story was published.
The two were at a
standstill for a few moments before they walked into the room.
Two of Ed’s staff,
Danny McCoy and Mike Cannon were already sitting in the room watching the FBI
agent begin his presentation.
Danny and Mike would
have had a much bigger role in the extended version had it been written.
Ed eyed the FBI agent
suspiciously. One would think an FBI
agent in charge of a security sensitive mission in the middle of one of the
nation’s most public places would be in a suit with his badge proudly hanging
from some piece of cloth. Instead, the
man was in business casual attire with a hairstyle that might be reserved for
someone ten years younger.
Next to the man, on
the massive screen on the front wall of the room was the face of a middle-aged
man with a rough-and-tumbled look. No
smile, if there were any muscles in such a hardened face to produce the
expression.
“This man,” said Agent
Paul Taylor speaking with a slight Southern drawl, “is Fred Wilson, the chief
of security for Northrop-Grumman, which just happens to be one of the Armed
Forces defense contractors. Wilson and
his staff will be accompanying Grumman’s CEO, Mr. Charles Acton to the
conference to provide security.”
Taylor pressed a
button and a picture of a man and woman came on the screen. “The man here is Acton. The girl in the picture is his new
girlfriend; a girl named Tanya, we believe.
But we all know who
Tanya REALLY is. This is setting up the
fact that the FBI has got it all wrong and should have been concentrating their
efforts on Tanya.
“Unfortunately, Wilson
isn’t interested in any kind of security at all, instead he is infiltrating the
company from the inside out. He’s hired
his own staff and after tomorrow night’s opening ceremonies for the Defense
Contractors Conference, him and his staff will rip designs for the Tomcat-X,
Grumman’s newest jet-fighter to replace the Navy’s Tomcat fleet.”
Northrop-Grumman is the
company that produces the F-14 Tomcats for the US Navy. They are also the same company that built
the Apollo Lunar Landers. I wanted to
show that Tanya and her staff weren’t afraid to go after anyone, and especially
in the midst of such a “secure” event.
“What the hell is
going on, Ed?” Danny whispered, “don’t we already have enough going on?”
“We have too much
going on,” Ed replied, “This is going to be a nightmare.”
“A small team of
agents from the Bureau will be conducting the takedown tomorrow night,” Taylor
said, “We plan to allow Wilson’s staff to carry out the theft and we will
conduct the take down before they leave the resort.”
“Where will you be
taking them down?” Ed asked.
“Two of our agents
have been able to infiltrate the team.
According to their intelligence, Wilson and his staff will have a
limousine waiting for them at the main entrance. We will take them down before they get to the limo. Six agents from the Vegas field office will
be waiting in taxicabs for one of our agent’s signal. Their fare lights will only be half lit, so warn the bellmen not
to hail these cabs.
“You can’t miss
Wilson’s staff, he will be giving them orders the entire night. Warn your teams not to approach
Wilson or his staff.
“If all of you
understand tomorrow night’s operation, I expect you to field out the necessary
information to your teams,” Taylor said, “Do not tell the bellmen who is
in those taxicabs, just make sure they don’t hail them. Do not approach Wilson and his staff,
and for the love of God, do not get in the way.”
Ed shifted in his seat
and was about to say something. Monica
placed a hand on his shoulder and looked it him. It was obvious she hated that comment as much as Ed did.
Fans of the TV show will
note how protective Ed is of his casino.
This is also a throw-back to the cut prelude where the Secret Service
said the same thing to Ed.
Taylor continued, “In
addition to the two undercover agent’s on Wilson’s staff, there will be one
more agent in the resort in the guise of a support staff member, and I will be
going back and forth between the casino floor and the surveillance office. Are we all clear?”
Everyone nodded. Ed was fuming.
“My team and the
agents have already been briefed, and consider yourselves briefed on the
information you need to know.
Dismissed.”
“Dismissed,” Ed
whispered to Danny and Mike, “it’s like we’re in the friggin’ military.”
“That briefing makes
me feel a hell of a lot better,” Mike said, sarcastically.
“Are they crazy to be
doing this now?” Danny asked, “Why does it have to be during the conference?”
Ed watched Monica leave
the room, “I think Miss Mancuso is having second thoughts. Look, we’ve had our share of attempted scams
during conferences before—”
Danny interrupted Ed,
“But we were the ones that stopped them.
Working with the Secret Service to provide security for the conference
is one thing, but now the FBI is here and they are ordering us to allow
a scam to take place?”
“Any other day and any
other conference, Danny, I’d tell that bastard up there to go screw himself,
but I don’t want to think what would go wrong if we took control.”
“Nothing would,” Mike
said, “that’s the whole damn point.”
Ed looked out at the
busy casino floor and let the noise fill his mind for a bit, “I hate the
government.”
Ed has a distaste and
problem for government security agencies.
This goes back to his sordid and enigmatic past before he ended up in
Las Vegas. Also, Danny, Mike and Ed
might have had bigger roles as the sting was taking place, but this idea was
dropped as I wanted to focus more on Michael and not shift the action back and
forth to too many places.
Michael Long walked
into his bedroom and dropped his empty duffel bag on his bed. Quickly on his heels was his live-in
girlfriend Stefanie Mason.
The choice to include
Stevie in this was an easy one to make.
In the original pilot, and most of the series for that matter, we never
really get to see what Michael is leaving behind. He acclimates to his life as Michael Knight pretty easily. In the next story that I am writing, you
will see what happens to Michael when the adrenaline from this story wears off
and he faces the fact of his erased past.
Stevie was a very
intriguing character with almost no back-story except the fact that she was
once Michael Long’s fiancé. Until White
Bird, we never heard of her, we never saw the side of Michael who realized what
he was torn away from. This way, you
(the reader) get to experience it too.
On screen, Michael Long
literally had his 15 minutes of fame.
Here, we get to see him a little bit more.
Stefanie, whom Michael
liked to call Stevie, sat down on the bed and looked up at Michael. If Michael did not have his back to her, he
would have quickly noticed a definite sparkle of fear emanating from her
striking blue eyes.
Michael was filling
his dopp-kit and did not look at Stevie once as he turned to place it in his
duffel bag and moved over to his closet.
He was in his early
30s, and standing at 6’2” moved gracefully with long strides of legs Stevie
playfully said never ended. He kept his
light-brown hair well-trimmed and spiked, never once letting go of the military
hair regulations that seemingly followed him since his discharge from the Army
four years after the first Gulf War ended.
Michael, of course, had
to be modernized. If we had a Vietnam
vet, we’d have a crimefighter ready to collect pension in a few years. Naturally, things were modified for the new
2005 timeframe.
Around this time in the
story (early September, 2005), Michael was 33.
He joined the Army in 1990 as soon as he turned 18 and was shipped
directly to Iraq.
He had a chiseled
face, as if Michelangelo sat down and spent three decades crafting it
himself. His facial features were
imposing, giving a natural glow of leadership and authority. He had piercing green eyes that would often
change to grey when he was either angry or concentrating…
Concentrating on anything. Which is why Stevie would often request
illumination during their love-making.
Her eyes followed
Michael as he darted around the room in preparation for his red-eye flight to
Las Vegas. It was a full five minutes
before he noticed her sitting there. By
the time he did, he could see the look in her eyes.
“Stevie?” he asked
with a touch of concern in his voice.
Michael loved her – it was obvious.
In his heart, he knew he would do anything for Stevie.
Almost anything…
“I don’t want you to
go to Las Vegas,” Stevie said, looking at him while slowly spinning the
diamond-ring Michael placed on her finger two weeks ago.
“I can’t do that
Stevie,” Michael said as he packed his bag, “we’ve been working too hard on
this case,” he stopped and turned to her, “We’re going to break it wide open
tomorrow night. We are going to catch
them. Besides, I don’t have a choice. I’ve been in communication with the
criminals for a few weeks now, and I am supposed to meet them in Vegas to be
one of their new musclemen.” He flexed
and Stevie laughed.
Michael grabbed his
wallet and dropped it. The outer flap
flipped open to reveal his FBI identification.
Stevie picked it up and looked at it.
“When we first met I
had you pegged as a loser… a career Army man with nothing left after the
service. No good ole war for you to
serve in, the glory days spent in the desert over… I couldn’t have been more
wrong. I never would have thought that
you were a G-Man,” she said.
“You never were good
on first impressions,” Michael teased, “you thought my brother was my father.”
Stevie laughed
again. She stood up to face Michael,
despite her forehead just reaching his nose.
“I have a bad feeling about this.
You know I have these sixth sense feelings about things.”
“One visit to a
soothsayer at the Delaware State Fair and you are convinced you are one,” Michael
said, smiling. This time, Stevie
wasn’t.
This sets Michael’s
current location to be Washington DC, instead of the West Coast. This was done to also show more of Michael’s
history, and the life and climate he is losing. (Because we all know that East Coast residents can’t survive on
the West, haha!)
She put her arms
around his waist and hugged him tightly.
“I still don’t want you to go.”
“I know,” he said with
a voice that melted her heart, “but we can’t afford to lose this case. There is too much riding on it.”
He kissed her.
“What am I supposed to
do while you are gone?”
Michael picked up his
full duffel bag and stood in his bedroom doorway. “Well when you go into work at the Pentagon on Monday, tell those
generals not to let the defense contractors have conferences in Las Vegas.”
“Just barge right into
the general’s office?”
“This isn’t the 80s,
babe. Send an email,” Michael said with
a wide smile.
This was a subtle jab
illustrating that this is not your old Knight Rider.
Stevie grabbed
Michael’s backpack and walked with him through their Victorian-style townhouse
and out to the street.
Once his car was
packed, he went to her for the dreaded traveling-goodbye.
“I love you,
Michael. Please be careful,” she said
while hugging him tightly. She could
feel Michael’s head pull back in a way she knew he would exactly tell her that
he would be fine and for her to not worry.
Before he could, she stopped him.
“Please Michael… please be careful.”
Michael kissed her on
the forehead. “If I got out of Desert
Storm alive, I am sure I will get out of an FBI sting in Las Vegas.”
A foreshadow,
perhaps? You’ll read later about
Michael’s wounding in Desert Storm… this kinda sets the two stories side by
side and illustrates to us the fact that Michael IS a survivor.
He got into his car
and started the engine. Stevie quickly
kneeled beside the driver-side window with a look of concern still in her eyes.
“I left something for
you in the kitchen. I’ll be back in a
few days. I love you, Stevie,” Michael
said.
Stevie put her hand on
the door in a last ditch attempt to somehow stop Michael. Or at least slow him down.
“I’ll be back. I promise,” he said. He kissed her again, a few seconds longer,
and put the car in gear and drove away.
Stevie let a single
tear escape her eye before she walked up the stairs to their Georgetown home.
Sitting on the kitchen
counter was a bouquet of fresh roses of all different varieties and vibrant
colors. On their third date, Stevie
told Michael she never could pick a single rose to enjoy and loved them all.
Also on the counter
was a slim white box. Stevie opened it
and gasped. Inside was a gold
heart-shaped necklace. On the inside of
the lid, Michael left a note for her:
Something to remember me
by.
The scent of roses
lingers... always.
This of course is the
necklace that we Stevie wearing in the original series. Once again, this is more sappy stuff
foreshadowing and illustrating Michael Long’s departure, and Stevie’s
apprehensive feelings, knowing that something is wrong.
Four hours later
Michael was in one of the Montecitos’s standard hotel rooms overlooking the Las
Vegas Strip. He was the last agent to
arrive to the sting as Lonnie was already in place with their target, Muntzy was
undercover with the resort staff, and Taylor was the agent-in-charge,
coordinating their operations with hotel security.
Agent Lonnie Sullivan
was the first to know the main details of the operation. She was the first to infiltrate Wilson’s
team once the FBI heard of the planned coup from a Grumman insider. The Bureau hadn’t heard from Lonnie in a
month before she sent a quick text message to Taylor, warning him to get
ready. She was going to be the one
responsible to steal the designs for the Tomcat-X.
In the original script
of the Pilot, Lonnie was Michael’s partner, instead of Muntzy. It was also implied that her and Michael
were lovers too. I wanted to explore
the original partner premise that was changed in the final version of the 1982
Pilot. Here, we get to see how the
agents infiltrated Tanya’s outfit (or as they think, Wilson’s) and how the
operation was supposed to go down.
I wanted to convey the
fact that Michael was uncomfortable that Lonnie was in so deep into the
operation, but I don’t think that came through here as strongly as I hoped.
That was two weeks
ago. Lonnie was easily able to pull
Michael into the organization to be part of Wilson’s security staff. No one on Wilson’s staff except for a man
named Gray, Lonnie, and Wilson himself were to know about the operation. Michael and the other security officers were
supposed to be extra beef to give the illumination of a security officer caring
about protecting the company.
Here it is explained how
Michael was able to get into the organization.
Michael looked out the
window at the Strip. He could make out
the Luxor beam amid the neon glow of resort hotels. He took an assortment of cards out of
his wallet and studied his new credentials. He checked into the hotel and was known among
Wilson and his staff as Michael Roesler, an ex Green Beret turned mercenary of
fortune.
Michael just settled
in to fall asleep when a heavy knock sounded on his door. He quickly got up and grabbed his FBI issued
Beretta 92FS and walked over towards the door.
He looked through the peephole and saw Lonnie standing outside with
another man. It was Wilson. He stuck the handgun behind his back through
his belt and opened the door.
“Michael!” Lonnie
said, bouncing in and giving him a big hug.
“Play,” she quietly whispered in his hear. She released him and looked at Wilson. “Mr. Wilson, this is Michael Roesler, your new security guard.”
Michael nodded and
looked at Wilson. “Good to see you in
person, sir,” he squarely said.
Wilson, to Michael’s surprise,
extended his hand. Michael shook
it. “Shaking this hand, Mr. Roesler,
you’ve just accepted a contract and agreed that the only orders you follow come
from me, and just like the Army, you follow the orders without question. Understood?”
“Clearly, sir,”
Michael said, tempted to salute.
“Good,” Wilson said,
“The conference’s opening ceremonies begin at 6 tomorrow night. From there on, everyone will be mingling
about in the casino. Your job is to
work with Gray and the rest of the security staff keeping a close eye on Acton
and looking around for anything suspicious.
Also, Mr. Roesler, Acton hates to cash in his chips from gambling if the
casino is crowded, so if he insists on taking them up to his suite, you stay on
his heels until he does, understood?”
Michael nodded.
“We begin tomorrow,
report to me in room 3019 for a final briefing with the security staff,” Wilson
said. He turned to leave and took
Lonnie with him before Michael had a chance to speak with her.
Michael hated the fact
that Lonnie had been out of touch for so long.
She must have been kept so close to the operation, or had the feeling
she was being closely watched, she couldn’t have given them any more
information than what they were working from.
There’s some of Michael’s
uncomfortable feelings toward Lonnie being so buried and out of touch.
He had half a mind to
go look for Muntzy, but decided against it to avoid blowing the agent’s
cover. Muntzy would be in place in
front of Acton’s suite to keep an eye on Lonnie as she went in for the
theft. He would give her a two-minute
head start before he moved to the casino floor to assist in the bust.
Once Lonnie had the
Tomcat-X designs, she would return to a specified meeting point with Wilson and
Gray, and they would leave the casino, ditching Acton, his girl, and the
oblivious security staff.
Michael, Muntzy, and
Taylor would be in communication with each other on a coded frequency. Once they found Lonnie, Muntzy would tail
her while Taylor and Michael would wait at the front entrance. When they reached the limo, Michael would
give the signal to the agents waiting in the cabs and the operation would be
over.
Michael went to sleep
that night thinking the operation would be absolutely fool proof. He didn’t know he would be completely wrong.
That last line seems
unnecessary and cliché now that I read it again.
After the opening
ceremonies of the conference, there was a mad dash to the casino floor, mainly
poker tables, craps tables, and blackjack tables.
Michael walked around
the casino and observed the action at the tables. The essence of the conference was a poker game in itself as there
were many players from either side trying to be dealt in, some begging to be
dealt out, and others just simply watching.
Contractors from numerous companies mixed business and social talk with
representatives from the Department of Defense as they played a few hands of
the games.
Agent Jordan Muntzy
was a short black man around the same age as Michael. He wore maintenance clothes and carried a toolbox in one hand,
and a ladder in another. He was walking
down the hallway when he noticed a security guard standing in front of Acton’s
suite. Unwavering, he kept walking
until he reached a lighting fixture one door in front of the suite. He flashed a smile to the guard and began to
set up shop.
Lonnie and Muntzy never
had first and last names respectively in the TV pilot. Here, I gave them some. I wanted to flesh the characters out a
little bit more here as well, so in the next couple scenes, we get to see some
things from their points of view.
Here you get to see
Muntzy at his finest, presented with something he wasn’t expecting, and walking
straight into it without flinching.
“That light looks fine
to me,” the guard said with a suspicious tone in his voice.
“It looks just fine to
me too,” Muntzy said, “but we’ve had reports on it flickering over the past few
days.”
“I’ve never noticed
anything,”
“I’ve been up here
five times to fix it and it looked just like it does now. It must be an electrical problem, so I may
as well look at it before it turns into something worse.”
The guard grunted.
Michael found Wilson
and Lonnie, walking the casino arm in arm posing as a couple, and keeping a
close eye on Acton and his girlfriend who Michael met earlier that night. Her name was Tanya Walker and there was an
air about her Michael couldn’t place.
He looked at them again and noticed Lonnie was watching Tanya more than
Acton himself.
Here is some
foreshadowing showing how much Lonnie knows and how desperate she is to try to
convey the message to Michael without blowing her cover. Lonnie knows that Tanya is in control, and
she is powerless to do so.
I tried to do a few of
these where Lonnie tried to inconspicuously grab Michael’s attention. I think I ended up keeping two.
“What’s going on,
Michael?” Taylor asked over Michael’s virtually hidden
earpiece.
Paul Taylor, a new and
original character, was supposed to be a behind-the-scenes man. Originally, I did not plan to have him more
involved in the story later on, but as I was writing these initial pieces of
the story, he came out stronger than I anticipated and deserved a bigger role.
This works to my
advantage as we see a changed man when he meets Michael later. Instead of calling the shots from behind the
curtain… well you’ll see.
Wilson’s security
guards did not have any kind of communication equipment, as they were all
watching Acton in close or distant proximity.
Michael had to turn a certain way and pretend he was examining a slot
machine to reply. He looked up and saw
Wilson whisper to Lonnie. He handed her
a card-key and a piece of paper. Within
seconds, Lonnie left his side.
“Wilson just sent
Lonnie somewhere,” Michael quietly said, “can you get her on camera? Where is she going?”
“She’s headed towards
the elevators, I think she is headed your way, Muntzy.”
Michael looked up and
saw Wilson put away a cell-phone. “I
think Wilson just called someone.”
There were a
few seconds of silence before Muntzy’s voice came over the
band. “He must have called the
security guard in front of Acton’s door, because that dude just left. Said something about going to the casino
floor.”
“It’s happening,”
Michael said, “Wilson just cleared the way for Lonnie to get the designs from
Acton’s safe.”
“Be careful down there
Michael, you’re in a bed of snakes,” Muntzy said.
You’ll see some
throwbacks to the original pilot. In
all actuality, I did not write this with the TV pilot playing in the background
so I could keep grabbing quotes and story ideas. I used a very small bit of it for some reference points, and used
the Fourth Draft and Ninth Draft scripts over at http://www.knightriderarchive.com
for reference as well. I picked up some
scenes that we didn’t get to see on TV, modified others, and kept writing as
much as I could.
In essence, Knight of
the Phoenix is a stable platform to really launch the series. I wanted to pay homage, but also realized that
it has a strong plot and virtually a timeless setting.
“Not as much as Lonnie
is, Muntzy, keep an eye on her.”
Lonnie felt
overdressed for such an occasion, but nevertheless, looked stunning in her
violet gown. She had long flowing brown
hair that ended in curls and was accented against her white skin. She saw Muntzy working on the light in the
hallway but didn’t say anything–didn’t even look at him as she opened Acton’s
suite and entered.
She quickly moved to the safe in the walk-in closet. She took out the piece of paper Wilson handed to her and entered the combination.