CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was five the following day when Steel woke from his troubled sleep. He decided to go for a run. Hoping to shake off the effect of the long flight and too much wine the night before. Steel had taken another taxi home from Foster’s. Thinking Stan could have used the rest, considering it was nearly eleven at night when he had left.
The sun had not yet risen. However, the sky was already dark purple. Steel had left the hotel and headed south from his location. He was heading for the other side, towards Valletta’s waterfront. The run would take him at least thirty minutes because he did not know the lay of the land. He was used to the streets of Manhattan. The broad long, straight roads with towering buildings.
Here, he had narrow, surprisingly steep streets to contend wit
