Knock. Knock.
Micah's mind raced through the possibilities of who could be behind the door. The actress? The manager's accomplice? The paparazzi? Someone from the film production team? Or room service?
Except for the first two, the rest were not risky.
They would leave after not getting any answer. But if it was the other two. One he, the foolish himself, had handed the key card to, and the other the manager had done that.
What if they opened the door? Micah moved quickly.
He tiptoed silently across the soft carpet. His heart thudded loudly. He pressed his ear against the hotel door, breath held, barely daring to blink.
Micah heard muffled voices. Female. Probably the actress! Good. He could take her down easily.
Then he heard another, older voice.
There were two of them.
The actress wasn't alone. Shit!
