“Rowan, does the senator’s security company note which entrance he’s using at the hotel?” she asked.

Rowan scrolled down the page, stopping on detailed notes about the logistics of the senator’s arrival and departure from the theater. “BH22E. They must have used a code.”

Hunter tsked. “Rowan, Rowan. It is indeed a code, but not a good one. BH stands for ‘back of the house,’ the area of the casino the public never gets to see.” He moved over to stand beside Oz and flashed Rachel a smile. “I’m more than a pretty face.” Turning to Oz, he pointed at the blueprints. “Oz, enlarge the back of the house for us.” Once he did, Hunter shook his finger. “There. The top right, see the number twenty-two? It’s on the east side of the building. Back of the house, door twenty-two, on the east side. If you ask me, the senator is overpaying his security team.”

Rachel had a feeling the security team members were probably quite competent when it came to doing their jobs. There was no way they could have prepared to come up against three hackers with these abilities. She hadn’t even known it was possible to break into companies’ private servers.

“Once they bring the senator inside, he’ll take an elevator to the bottom floor of the hotel and walk through the catacombs to get to a private elevator that goes directly to the backstage of the theater,” Rowan said, quickly summarizing the copious notes.

She glanced over her shoulder at Logan. “If Evans and Fink don’t want anyone to trace the virus back to them, they can’t be seen walking around with the tank in their arms. How are they going to get it into the theater?”

His mouth pursed and lines etched his forehead as he considered her question. Then a glint came into his eyes. “They don’t ever have to set foot into the theater. They’re going to release it through the air vents. Oz, find the mechanical room.”

Oz quickly pulled up the plans of the hotel’s lower level.

“There,” said Logan, pointing at the screen. “The entrance to the room is almost directly below the theater. As FBI, they’d have easy access to the same blueprints we have. They just have to find the duct that leads to the theater.”

Sawyer tapped his temple. “So if I were these agents, I’d follow closely behind the rest of the security team and access the hotel through the same door. But instead of taking the elevator down to the catacombs, I’d go to the basement level, which houses some offices and the maintenance of the hotel.”

Exhilaration filled her. This is what she loved to do. Figure out how all the pieces of a puzzle fit together. “No one on the hotel’s staff would blink twice if FBI agents checked out the security of the basement below the theater.” She bit her lip, stumbling into a glaring roadblock. “But how are we going to get access to the basement of the Tuscany? The minute we step into that hotel, we’ll be recognized.”

Oz burst into hysterical laughter, slapping his knee.

“Why is he laughing?” she asked.

Sawyer sidled up beside her. “Because this place has every costume you can think of to help you conceal your identity.” He grinned wickedly. “Role play is a popular kink offered at Paradise Found.”

The room’s temperature seemed to increase ten degrees. She gulped, wondering if Logan would ever be up for wearing his army uniform for her. “Got any creds that will help us pass as part of the senator’s security team?” she asked.

“We can not only create them,” Oz said, “but have the security company’s records show you’re part of the team.” He spread his arms out wide. “Never doubt the all-powerful Oz.”

Rowan scratched his head. “Did you guys think maybe you could just call anonymously and warn the senator?”

She wished it was that easy. “Like he’d believe us? Besides, it wouldn’t stop the plan. Only postpone or alter it. At least now, we know roughly when and where it’s occurring. This could be our only opportunity to stop it.”

They needed something to prove Evans and Fink were dirty. But what? She frowned. If the agents were working for someone else, they would’ve been paid. “A trail,” she said out loud. “We need to find out if Evans and Fink have received any large sums of money recently. How do we do that?”

Logan rested his chin on her shoulder. “The guys can access their US bank accounts, but it will take some time for them to uncover any overseas accounts, especially if they’ve used an international corporation to cover their tracks.”

“But we can do it,” Rowan said. “I’ll work on it tonight while you guys are in the club.”

Logan picked his head up. “Oh, we’re not—”

“That would be great, Rowan. Thanks,” she said, interrupting. She wanted to see what went on in the club. “Hey, Sawyer? Do you think you could find us some masks? I think I’d like to take you up on your offer and check out Paradise Found. After all, we are in Vegas. And what happens here . . . ”

“Stays here?” Logan asked seriously.

His question deserved a serious and truthful answer. She smiled. “I hope not.”

Chapter Nineteen

RACHEL MUST HAVE lost her mind somewhere between Florida and Nevada. That was the only explanation of why, in addition to a black mask that covered the upper portion of her face, she was wearing only a black lace shelf bra and matching thong—in public.

How far she had come from a few days ago at Benediction in her pants and a conservative blouse when she’d agreed to allow Logan to bind her with his ropes over her clothes.

Sawyer had begged Logan to show off his Shibari skills tonight in the club. Now she was practically naked on a stage inside Paradise Found and getting ready for Logan to bind her in front of an audience.

She may have spent only a short time inside the dungeon of Benediction, but that was all she needed to understand the differences between that club and this one.

Benediction catered to the wealthy, its patrons paying thousands of dollars for the privilege of belonging to a club where other members of high society could play with like-minded sexually adventurous people without having to worry about being outed for their predilections for kinky sex. Those who scened at Benediction did so in luxurious surroundings, with expensive equipment and state-of-the-art security. They had gorgeous locker rooms that rivaled a high-end spa, fantasy rooms, and free alcohol for those who weren’t participating in any BDSM scenes.

Paradise Found, on the other hand, was more like a typical nightclub, although no alcohol was sold or permitted. The music was so loud she could feel the vibrations of the bass thumping against her chest, and half-naked bodies crowded the dance floor, bumping and grinding to the electronic beat, the air laden with the scent of sweat. Only when her gaze wandered to the other areas did she spot the similarities between the two sex clubs.

Along the outer fringes of the room were beds on platforms, almost all of them in use with various pairings and combinations of men and women having sex right out in the open for everyone to see. Those who didn’t have access to beds utilized couches, chairs, benches, and even the floor. There was one guy being flogged and a woman bent over a bench being spanked, but the kink here seemed to be more about public sex and ménage.

Her stomach churned from nerves and her heart pounded so wildly, she had to take deep breaths in order to get enough oxygen into her lungs to counter the dizziness.

But her apprehension had nothing to do with her embarrassment over her body. She was comfortable in her skin, and besides, no one could identify her behind her mask. Except for Logan’s friends, the people in Paradise Found were strangers whom she’d never see again. No, the nervous knots in her belly had to do with the amount of control she was handing over to Logan.