CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Across from John Steel’s hotel, people had started to gather by the restaurant. Greeting one another with ‘ Hey’s’ and ‘tajjeb li narak.’ The music's sound grew louder. It was apparent to Steel that the people here ate late, rather than the typical fed by six and in pyjamas by nine that he had been accustomed to as a child.
The night air was warm despite being almost nine o’clock, but the cool breeze took the edge off the heat. Steel stool quietly, holding a glass of local red wine he had gotten from the hotel bar. He listened to the city's sound – which was more of a gentle hum – instead of the vibrant sound of a city like New York or London. Those sounded busy. This was almost soothing. Steel had seen of Victoria. He figured most of the traffic was made up of people
