Jenna Roland stepped into the grand hall, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. The crystal chandelier cast shimmering reflections across her figure.

A man at the bar tracked her every move with his gaze.

When she passed through the hall for the third time, his eyes still lingered on her.

The incident with Sophia Merouin had made her hyperaware of anything unusual.

Suddenly, the man pulled out a black object from his bag and tapped on it.

Jenna froze mid-step.

She started toward him, but he set down his glass and hurried away.

As the glass door swung shut, Jenna stopped.

"Brian," she turned to the bartender. "How long was that guy sitting here?"

Brian polished a glass. "The one in the black T-shirt? He's been here since Gavin Valentine went into the VIP room."

"What did he ask about?"

"He wanted to know how long you've worked here, whether Ethan Roscente visits..." Brian lowered his voice. "And if you were an escort girl."

Jenna's nails dug into her palms.

Not Sophia's people.

But why was he asking about Ethan?

As she turned, her eyes caught the surveillance camera. A thought struck her.

A black Mercedes idled in the alley behind the club.

Derek Linister made a call. "Ms. Galatea, I've sent you the photos."

"Did you get the information?" The woman's voice carried urgency.

"Ethan Roscente rarely comes, but Gavin Valentine is a regular. The woman just sells drinks."

Vanessa Galatea ended the call, her fingers gliding over the screen.

On the wicker table of her balcony, a black velvet box lay untouched.