“Nevada is a one-party-consent state for recordings in public places,” I informed him, having researched this thoroughly with Luka.

“The restaurant, the hotel lobby, the lawyer’s waiting room—all perfectly legal.

Your hotel room might be more questionable, but I’m willing to take my chances in court.

Are you?”

The threat hung in the air.

I could see them calculating, reassessing, realizing just how thoroughly their plan had backfired.