CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Samara had broken into Steel’s suite and accessed the safe. She laughed to herself as the thick security door swung open, and she saw the folded piece of paper, which stood upright. Hi, Samara, make yourself at home, the extra room key is in the safe. If you’re bored, I suggest you check out Marcus Foster’s team; something is fishy there.
Samara took out the key card and tucked it away. She was slightly disappointed with herself, to be that transparent. Then Samara thought back to the phone call she had made while she thought Steel was in the shower. She frowned, knowing that she had made the mistake of making the call while still in the suite. Steel must have overheard everything.
But what was done was done, and she could not undo it.
She glanced at the note again.
