“And you need to get into her apartment—”

“Because we feel she may be in danger,” I repeated. “It is rather urgent, so if we could move this along, we’d appreciate it.”

The supervisor grunted. “Give Mike your boss’s contact details—I hope you don’t mind, but we are going to check your credentials. And if you’re carrying any weapons, leave them at the desk.”

“We’re associates—sadly, they won’t give us guns.”

Because there’s a real need for either of us to have guns, Jackson said, his mental tone wry.

I gave him “the look.” His grin grew. Once I handed the guard the information, he did the required check, then handed me the phone.

“What is this about, Emberly?” the inspector said.

“We’re at Felicity Hocking’s apartment, just about to check on her.”

“Felicity Hocking aka Amanda Wilson?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent work. Do you need backup?”

“Is there anyone available to help if we did?”

“Given the number of times you’ve both been attacked and left without your main weapons, as well as the quality of the information you’ve been retrieving, we’d find them.”

Which was nice to know. “I think we’re all right for now.”

“Keep in contact.”

She hung up, and I handed the phone back to the security guard. “They check out,” he said.

Gale nodded, dismissed his two people, then said, “Follow me, please.”

We headed up to the eighth floor and walked along the wide corridor until we reached a door situated near the building’s corners. The views, I thought, would be outstanding.

He knocked on the door and said, “Ms. Hocking? Security here. We need to talk to you.”

There was no answer. After a second try, he swiped his card through the reader to the right of the door and opened it. “I’ll remain here,” he said, and stepped to one side.

The longish corridor that confronted us led to what I presumed was the living area. The hallway itself was rather bland—cool gray walls, white ceiling, and little in the way of embellishment. Maybe that was the whole point, because the view from the windows in the living area was certainly spectacular if the bit I could see was anything to go by.

“You take the door on the right. I’ll take the one on the left,” Jackson said.

I nodded and headed down the hall. The plush gray carpet swallowed any sound our footsteps made, and the place was eerily quiet. There was little in the way of scents in the air, which suggested Amanda didn’t spend a whole lot of time here.