"Who's there?" Jinshu whispered. A shadow moved; a low laugh answered from under a blanket. A hand fumbled at the zipper of a suitcase. Jinshu stepped forward, heel clicking on marble. "Stay where you are," a voice hissed. "You don't want this on camera." "Camera?" Jinshu snapped. "What camera? Who put you here?" "Quiet," the voice said. "You owe people favors. You owe me nothing today, but they need a scene." Jinshu flipped the lights. The suite was dim, curtains drawn. A body curled under a throw on the sofa. A pair of eyes blinked up at her. The mouth was a red line. "Get up," Jinshu said. "Get out of my room." "Can't," the other woman whispered. "Not yet." "Who are you?" Jinshu demanded. She moved closer. The woman tried to crawl away. Jinshu's foot caught the edge of the rug and she went down. "Don't," the voice warned. "If you fight, they win." "Why would I let strangers win?" Jinshu kicked her legs, pushing up. The woman reached out and grabbed her ankle. "Let go!" Jinshu shouted. "Shh!" the woman said. "Do you want a video of you losing your mind?" "I don't care what you have," Jinshu said. She dragged her foot free and shoved. The woman's fingers slipped on her ankle. Two fingers closed around Jinshu's wrist. "You're not leaving," the woman said. "Not until they get what they want." "Who are 'they'?" Jinshu barked. "Who sent