“Let’s keep it simple to avoid any panic or speculation from the other guests,” Shane said. “Stroll up there and check through the window see if we can spot any evidence of explosives—which I highly doubt as it’s one entrance in and out and EG murdered his explosives expert. Then we’ll knock on the door and pretend to be housekeeping. See if there’s any movement inside.”

“Sounds good.”

“EG has no reason to believe we could locate him this fast,” Shane pointed out. “He might be holed up here.”

“He knows we’re looking for him,” Alex argued. “He planned his getaway before he went to Zenko’s yesterday. I highly doubt he’d backtrack.”

Alex Parker seemed to have a keen appreciation for how someone might cover their tracks.

“You know there are a lot of rumors circulating about you and your time at the CIA, right?” Shane said softly as they walked across the tarmac.

“Rumors? Such as?” Alex asked, checking his own weapon. A M1911 pistol. Nothing fancy but it would definitely get the job done.

“About why you were locked up in that Morocco jail. And what happened when you and Agent Rooney tracked down that serial killer in West Virginia.”

Alex shot him a quizzical frown. “What about it?”

Shane watched the guy but Alex didn’t give away anything in his manner or his words. Shane would swear the guy didn’t have a clue about the speculation that he’d done wet work for the government. Except Shane saw how this man operated. Like a professional. Like a man who was confident he could take care of himself no matter who he was facing.

Shane held Alex’s clear gray gaze and then nodded. “You know what, it doesn’t matter.”

Alex’s lips twitched. “You were Special Forces, right?”

“Correct.”

“I was infantry.”

Shane flashed him a look. He hadn’t known that.

“Never had much time for the CIA when I was a soldier.” Alex’s expression turned pensive. “All these years later, I can’t say my opinion has changed.”

Shane nodded, no closer to finding the answers regarding the mystery that was Alex Parker than he had been before he’d started probing. But something told him Alex deserved to keep any secrets he held and Shane was fine with that. The fact the man placed such trust in Yael reaffirmed Shane’s own conclusions. She was innocent. Whatever she was hiding had nothing to do with this case, but he’d still like to know what it was.

They reached the door to unit eleven and both drew their weapons. Shane peered through the window. The handheld radar told them there was still no one inside but it paid to be cautious. Electronics could be tricked.

Shane had a good view of the inside of the door through a gap in the drapes. “It doesn’t look as if it is rigged.”