CHAPTER 30
Although it looked like every other hotel in the city, it was obvious from the moment you approached the front doors of the Grand Plaza Hotel that it considered itself a notch above all the others. A swarthy, uniformed doorman watched Reuben approach. His expression didn’t change one iota, but Reuben sensed his disapproval. Surely he wasn’t going to refuse him entry? He was conforming to the required dress code even if he did look as if he’d had a bath in his suit.
The doorman stepped in front of him. ‘May I help you, sir?’
‘I’m going to the charity ball.’
‘Do you have a ticket?’
Shit, the tickets. In his haste to pick up the rental car, he’d forgotten to bring his ticket. In any case, Carlene would have it.
‘My wife has it. She’s already here.’
The doorman’s heavy-lidded
