Free Vegas Vacation by Clare Revell Page A

from the car crash, and I have a blinding headache. I’m going to bed. We can talk about this in the morning when I’m feeling better. Excuse me.”
    The men stood.
    Daniel looked at her. “Do you want me to come with you?”
    Tamlyn shook her head. “I can find my room, thank you. I’m assuming you managed to get a suite, Dad, because I’m locking my door.”
    “No. You have a spare bedroom in your suite. I’m sharing with you.”
    “You can’t. It’s my suite and I have the only keycard. Martin has the other one. Go share with Garth.”
    She left the restaurant and after making sure the girl on reception knew not to give out keycards to anyone other than her, headed towards the lifts. She pulled her phone from her bag and used the key to call the lift as she rang the hospital.
    The call picked up and she took a deep breath. “Hello, this is Lady Bradshaw. Please, could you put me through to Martin Ames’s room? Thank you.”
    “Hello?” Martin’s voice echoed down the phone. He sounded tired.
    “Hi, Martin, it’s Tamlyn.”
    “Hey, how are you?”
    “I’m fine. How are you? When are they letting you out?”
    “I’m fine. I should be out of here in the morning.”
    Relief flooded her and she smiled. “That’s wonderful news. I’m so glad. I’ve been really worried. Did they say why you passed out?”
    “I was drugged.”
    Her relief evaporated, replaced by fear and concern. Someone had tried to kill him. This was beyond a coincidence now.
    She sucked in a deep breath, hitting the lift button again. Why wouldn’t it come? “Drugged? How?”
    “It must have been in the restroom. That’s the only time I was alone. I remember something sharp on the back on my neck, but thought I twisted it. I guess we were lucky we weren’t on the freeway when we crashed.”
    “Yeah, I remember you saying your neck hurt. But you’re sure you’re OK?” Where was this lift? She pushed the button again.
    “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you. Tam, what’s wrong?”
    Tamlyn took a deep breath. “Dad wants—” She twisted around as a hand fell on her arm. Her eyes met Daniel’s and she swallowed hard past the lump in her throat. “Uh, I’ve got to go, Aunt Agatha. I’ll call you again tomorrow. Bye.” She hung up. “Get your hands off me.”
    Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “You need to come and finish your meal. I don’t want to have to get nasty, Tammy, because you won’t like it when I do.”
    “My name is Lady Bradshaw, unless you’re the hired help in which case it’s Lady Tamlyn, and I don’t respond well to threats.”
    “Oh, that’s not a threat, it’s a promise.”
    “Lady Bradshaw?”
    Tamlyn turned to face the newcomer. “Yes?”
    The tall, stocky man, with close cropped hair pulled out his ID. “Detective Vance Wicks, Vegas PD. Could I have a word?”
    She pulled free of Daniel’s grip. “Sure, officer. We’ll go up to my suite. We won’t be disturbed there.”
    “I’m afraid you’re going to have to come down to the station. We’re going to need a statement.”
    Even better. She gratefully stepped in to the custody of the big detective by her side. As the Bellagio doors closed, she heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much.”
    “Problem? I overheard that gentleman say something about a threat.”
    Her vision blurred, the detective turning into two and then back into one. “You could say that. He’s been following me for a couple of days. My bodyguard, Sgt. Martin Ames, was dealing with it, but he’s in the hospital after we got in a car accident this afternoon. So, how can I help you?”
    “I’m Martin’s partner, his backup, and I also happen to be his brother-in-law. He asked me to come check up on you. Actually, he was pretty insistent. He just sent a text. Looks like I arrived in the nick of time.”
    Tamlyn smiled. “That was kind of him.” She blinked hard and fell back into the wall of the hotel, the headache she’d had since the crash