He had to do something, or it would be all over for Cat. He’d ditched Brooke when she went to the restroom, but he couldn’t worry about her now. A small crowd of people waited in front of the bank of elevators. Jack stood two people off Hendrickx’s right shoulder, as everyone waited, staring forward. Sweat dripped down the back of his collar. Jack spotted a security guard. The guard’s key card, the device that opened the slot machines, was hanging loose from his pocket. The guard was standing right in front of Hendrickx. Jack cobbled together a hasty plan. Pickpocketing wasn’t Jack’s strength, but in this situation, that was okay. “I have an idea,” Jack said, thinking it through rapidly, knowing his words would be picked up by his earpiece. “Jack—don’t do anything stupid,” said Cat, hissing urgently. She must have sensed something in his tone. “It’s okay. Me getting in trouble for a minor crime is better than you getting caught in the middle of a major one.”
