Grayson headed into the chalet, passing the balding front desk clerk—who discreetly averted his eyes, pretending not to notice—and headed toward the elevator. Grayson hit the button and the door opened. A moment later, the elevator stopped on the second floor. Grayson walked purposefully toward their room where two guards were waiting outside.

Grayson stopped in front of the door and placed his hands on his hips. “Who was on duty and let Marcus Pierce in?”

One agent shook ...