Chapter 67. What Happened in Vegas Is Left in Vegas

He was dressed in a suit. It was something he had learned from certain men in the Underworld—it showed a man who wasn’t too interested in the drama of the party scene. The boss, the owner, the guy who could have any girl he wished with a simple bid. The guy who was there to get a good look at how business was going and to observe the energy levels of his men.

It was an exclusive party, of course. Not everyone in the super consortium knew about the details of his activities, let alone his identity. Trust and loyalty were needed for the consortium to work, but one would be a fool to divulge information to every Jack, Dick, and Harry. The common house was designed to look almost like the VIP floor of Babylon, the consortium’s well-known and super-exclusive club.

Carlos strolled in about two hours after the party had begun, with Clark, Alfred, and two extra guards surrounding him. He was directed to a sitting area off to the side where he could sit, observe, and join in when