As Keyon gripped his handgun, he glanced around at the dead bodies on the dirty, trashed warehouse floor.

“We recovered the bomb that someone planned to place in your hotel,” Zane announced as the man strode up to his side. Zane was Keyon’s second and best guard. There were no doubts that the man could handle everything here, but something stopped Keyon from leaving now that the firefight was over. His gut twisted.

“We can keep the explosives,” Dan, one of his other ...