“Do we go naughty or nice?” Zavala asked.

“See if nice works.”

The door opened, and a guard stepped out. A machine pistol was slung from his shoulder. He looked at Zavala suspiciously, then at Austin.

“Pardon me,” Zavala said politely. “Could you tell us where to find the woman from NUMA? Can't miss her. Tall with red hair.”

The guard began to raise his machine pistol. The move brought Austin's ham-sized right fist crashing into the man's midsection. He made a sound like a deflating balloon, and his legs went limp.

“I thought we were going to try nice,” Zavala said.

“That was nice,” Austin replied. He grabbed the man's arms, and with Zavala holding the feet, they dragged the guard into the elevator. Zavala brought the elevator halfway to the next floor and locked it in place. Austin kneeled and lightly patted the guard's cheek. The man's eyes rolled, then popped wide open when he saw Austin's face.

“We're feeling generous today. You get a second chance. Where's the woman?”

The guard shook his head. Austin wasn't in the mood for stalling. He brought the gun muzzle to the bridge of the guard's nose, so close that the man looked cross-eyed at it.

“I'm not going to waste any time,” Austin said quietly. “We know she's on the first level. If you don't tell us where she is, we'll find someone who can. Understand?”

The guard nodded.

“Good,” Austin said. He pulled the man to a standing position by the scruff of his neck, and Zavala hit the button for the next floor. Nobody was waiting for the elevator. They pushed the guard out into the deserted hall.

“What's the security like ahead?”

The guard shrugged. “Most of the guards are upstairs taking care of the big shots coming in for the meeting.”

Austin was curious about the purpose of the meeting and who the VIPs were, but he was more concerned about Gamay. He stuck the gun in the guard's ribs. “Fetch,” he said.

The guard reluctantly led the way down a corridor and stopped in front of a door with a keypad lock. He hesitated, wondering if he could stall by saying he didn't know the combination, but one look at the thunder and lightning on Austin's brow told him he'd better not try. He punched out the code, and the door opened. The room was empty.

“This is her room,” the guard said. He looked worried.

They pushed him inside and looked around. The small room was evidently used as a cell because it could only be opened from the outside. Zavala went over to the bed, plucked some thing off the pillow, and grinned.

“She was here.” The dark red strand he held in his fingers was unmistakably Gamay's.

Austin turned back to the guard. “Where did they take her?”

“I don't know,” the guard answered sullenly.

“Make believe that the next thing you say may be your last words, and think very carefully about it.”