"Call."

Logan tossed his chips into the pot, a cigar clamped in his teeth. He cast a glance over at the guard still standing immobile near the door, then looked again at his new poker buddy, weighing whether or not he should say anything about the other bodyguard. If he didn't, Kit and Dori could both be in danger; if he did, his mission might be endangered.

"Two pair," Bill announced, laying down two queens and two kings.

"Sorry, Bill. Full house, Aces high," Logan revealed, tossing the cards on the table before scooping in the pile of chips. "Look, can I talk straight with ya?" He leaned his forearms onto the table, having made up his mind.

"Of course, Logan. Your deal. I need to win some of that back. If I know Dori, she's already spent twice that much." Logan gave a grunt of laughter and took the cards, shuffling as he talked.

"How well do you know these goons o' yers, Bill?" he asked casually, and Bill followed his flicker of a look at the man by the door.

"Not very. They were just hired by the office for this trip." Logan nodded, dealing the cards. "Why?"

"Got somethin' t' tell ya, bub, but just act normal. How many?" he asked without a flicker of emotion, the cards in his hand.

"Uh, three," Bill replied numbly, pulling three cards out of his hand to lay them on the table. "What are you getting at?" he hissed. Logan discarded two cards and dealt himself two more.

"Kit saw the other bright boy slip somethin' inta yer wife's drink. That's why she dumped it on 'er. Bet 10."

"See you, raise it 5. Are you sure?"

"Yup. See that five, raise ya another. Dealer takes one."

"Maybe we should go find them."

"Kit's got it under control, Bill. She'll see nothin' happens t' Dorothy."

"But..." Logan gave Bill a look that stopped his questions. "Two." He took the cards from Logan and raised the pot again.

"I'll level with ya, Bill. That's why we're here. Lotta people are countin' on ya t' get t' that conference. Lotta people wanna make sure ya don't. We're here t' make sure ya do. Call."

"What about...?" Bill gave a small jerk of his head toward his guard.

"Far's I can tell, Chuckles is on the level. There's somethin' up with the other one, though. Plan on keepin' an eye on 'im. Ya gonna play, or sit there starin' off inta space, chum?" Bill Adams pulled his gaze back to his companion and smiled grimly.

"Straight, King high." Logan looked at him and quietly folded, forfeiting the pot despite the four aces he held.

Kit and Dori strolled back toward their cabins, laughing and chatting casually. Kit was telling her about the beauties of Scotland and Dori agreed that they must visit soon. They paused outside Kit's cabin.

"Dori, come help me pick out something to wear tonight," she requested. "I haven't much fashion sense, I'm afraid, but I want to look wonderful."

"Oh, Kit, of course. But you could wear almost anything and you'd be stunning."

They went inside, closing the door in the guard's face. Disgusted, he turned his back to the door and waited.

Women, he thought in disgust. Didn't have a thought in their head except clothes, shoes and jewelry. He was going to have to try something different to get the wife spirited away to the room he found down by the boiler. That redhead was something else, though, he decided, a lascivious smile curling his mouth. Maybe he'd take them both down there and have himself a little fun before turning them over to the organization.

The redhead's short, hairy husband looked pretty tough, though. Might be trouble. His natural self-confidence winning out, however, he decided the man would be a pushover if he wanted to get his little wifey back without too much damage.

Inside, while they talked about clothes, Kit caught the change in the man's scent as his thoughts turned ugly. It made her glad she couldn't read minds, though part of her wished she knew exactly what to expect. Without talking about it, Kit opened the French doors that led to her balcony, waving for Dori to follow her. She studied the drop to the deck. It was only about 10 feet, but she looked at Dori, trying to decide if she could make it. To her surprise, she found Dori's eyes sparkling back at her.

"I was on the gymnastics team in college," Dori told her softly. "I'm out of practice, but not too badly."

"Dori, you are something else," Kit told her honestly and, making sure no one was coming, threw her leg over the balcony rail. "Close the doors very quietly and follow me. I'll help you if you need it." Kit dropped softly to the deck below then stood back to steady her friend as she landed solidly on the deck.

"Credit cards ho!" Dori sang out merrily, pulling the plastic from her pocket, and they hurried away, giggling like teenagers.