Free Let it Ride (Casino Nights #1) by Melanie Jayne Page B

I’ll be fine.” They now stood in front of the door.
    Remy took her key card and unlocked
the door. The light turned green, he pulled down on the lever, and kicked the door
open. It crashed into the wall. He went in against the wall to his right and
she knelt low to see straight into the room.
    She saw no movement, but the smell
assaulted her right away. She followed Remy in as he checked her bathroom.
    “Clear,” he barked.
    She threw back the closet door and
checked the area in front of her and then moved to the other side. “Clear,” she
echoed, remembering to breathe through her mouth.
    They moved the two steps further
into the room. It was a disaster. The walls were painted with streaks of a
brown substance, as was the loveseat and chair. The mattress had been torn
apart and lay against the wall on its side. The chair had been sliced open and
some of its stuffing was on the floor. The drapes had been pulled free from
their rod and were coated.
    Francesca’s clothes were strewn
around the room, they had been sliced apart, and from the odor, someone had
urinated on them.
    Finally the words spilled out. “What
the fuck happened in here?” She turned in a circle, having difficulty
processing all of the damage.
    “Francesca, go. Go stand in the
hall,” Remy ordered.
    “No, I’ve got to get photos of this.
Christ, I can’t believe someone would do this to my stuff.” She pulled out her
phone and opened the camera app. She started taking photos. As she walked
toward the window, her foot slipped. She looked down only to discover she was
standing in a puddle of urine. “Fuck, this can’t be good.”
    “Out,” Remy boomed.
    “Oh- kay .”
She stretched the word out, she got it. Geez, no need to get
bossier. She left the room but shot Remy a passing glare.
    She wasn’t mad at him; her emotions
were in hyper-drive so her reactions were maximized. He responded by raising an
eyebrow at her behavior.  
    Fifteen minutes later she stood in
the hallway with Remy, George from hotel security, Melvin the hotel manager,
and Elizabeth Horn a member of the convention board.  
    “Ms. Luchetti ,
I’ve called the police. The amount of damage coupled with the threat that was
directed toward you earlier, forced me to ask for them to investigate,” George
told her. “Hotel policy.”
    “I’m so sorry Ms. Luchetti for this inconvenience, I will see to it that you
are not charged for your stay and that you’re moved to another room.” Melvin
was clearly upset, and he kept shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe the
damage.
    Melvin was the master of
understatement, downplaying the destruction done to her room. She decided to
cut him a break, obviously he wasn’t used to this kind of incident. Sadly, in
the casino life, it was all too common to find a room trashed.
    “No new room for her. She’ll stay
with me,” Remy interjected.
    Melvin waited for her affirmation,
so she gave a nod and he continued. “As soon as we can, I’ll have our staff
move your things into Mr. Cooper’s suite.”
    “I don’t want any of it,” she told
them. “Wait, I want what I locked up in the safe, but anything left after the
cops are done, you can pitch.”
    “But what will you do about
clothes?” the hotel manager blurted.
    “I can shop, I guess. Chicago has
good shopping.” She started mentally listing things that she would need;
Make-up, shoes, clothes, fuck this was a
mess .
    “I think I can help with the
shopping part,” Elizabeth spoke. “Pick a department store, Francesca. I’m sure
that Melvin or one of his staff can arrange transportation and for a personal
shopper to stay late and help you. I use Yolanda at Neiman’s downtown. I can
give her a call if you would like.” She gave Francesca a warm smile.
    “I work with Chantal Blisak at Neiman’s back in Vegas.” Francesca bet that the
shopper could forward her information to her equal here.
    “Melvin, have your concierge arrange
a private shopping run to