“Aye.” He reached down, drew the blade out of his ankle rig.
“Cut it open and flush it down the toilet while I search your bedroom to make sure there’s not more. Don’t spill it on the floor or get it on your clothes.”
Quinn hurried with the package and the knife to the bathroom, puncturing the plastic, carefully spilling whatever it was into the water, and flushing.
Elizabeth rushed in, a small plastic bag in her hands. “This was in your nightstand.”
“The fucker.” Quinn dumped out the smaller bag then ripped up all of the plastic and flushed it, too. “Let’s hope this doesn’t back up.”
“Wash your hands.” She washed hers also and wiped the counter dry. “When they get here, they’ll search the place. You need to hide that firearm and the knife. If they have dogs…”
Then it hit Quinn. “Did you turn your camera on when you went below?”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh, God! I didn’t even think of it.”
They hurried across the hall to her room, stepped inside.
“My laptop is still here.” She glanced around. “If he was here, he saw the white board and knows what we know.”
“Check for drugs.”
They split up, searched the rooms.
“There’s a bunch of it here!” she called from the bedroom.
Son of a bitch!
He gave her his knife. “You start dumpin’. I’ll keep searchin’.”
He did his best to be thorough and found a small bag holding wee white rocks beneath her pillow and another beneath the cushions on the sofa and carried both to the bathroom. “Jesus!”
There had to be four kilos of—was it heroin or cocaine?—sitting on the floor.
“Someone is spending a fortune to try to make us look guilty,” she said. “But why plant so much of it on me?”
That was easy.
“You’re the brains.” He dumped the other stuff into the toilet and began shredding the plastic. “If they take you out, doll, I’m fucked.”
From outside came the sound of sirens.
“Police.” Elizabeth’s gaze met his, panic on her face as she tore open the last package. “God, I hope we found it all. You’ll need to hide the firearm, too—and erase the whiteboard.”
He hurried from the bathroom, used a fistful of tissues to erase the whiteboard, then sprinted out into the hallway and down to the ice machine several doors away. He hid both weapons deep in the ice then ran back to the bathroom to wash his hands—only to find Elizabeth naked and the shower running.
She smiled, reached for him, a seductress, only her eyes showing fear. “We need to look busy. This will distract them.”
It distracted Quinn, too.
From out in the hallway came the sound of men’s voices.
He got naked and stepped into the shower with Elizabeth.
She pressed kisses to his chest, reached down to stroke his cock. “Your heart is pounding. They’ll sense our adrenaline. We have to look completely surprised when they burst in here. Back me up against the wall. Make it real.”
He did as she asked, willing himself to focus on the sight of her body, the feel of her breast in his hand, the taste of her lips.
“Police!”