“The boss is expecting me,” he said, inwardly sizing up the men. Yeah, he could take them down, limb by limb if need be. It might be a tough fight, but certainly doable. Blake was sure Trevor’s need for bodyguards had something to do with the goings-on in the underground caverns. Otherwise, why would a hotel owner need this kind of protection? From what Blake could tell Trevor had inherited the resort from his deceased brother a few years ago, right around the time the girls started going missing, or started dying on the slopes as most believed. At least that was how the dates on the coroner’s reports read. Blake suspected that something entirely different was going on and concluded that whatever underhanded dealings Trevor had been involved in before, he must have brought them with him. That, and his connections ran deep. One of the guards opened the door, turned sideways and cleared a path. Blake stepped through the threshold and glanced around, his gaze coming to rest on the burly man sitting behind a massive mahogany desk.
