Chapter 13
The Henley Park Hotel
Washington DC
RORY LEANED AGAINST THE WALL and let the shower's hot water massage the back of his neck. Clouds of steam rolled around his body like a sauna, the two elements working together to relieve the soreness and tension in his athletic frame. It wasn't the one hundred burpees and push-ups he did every morning to stay in shape. It was the threat of being caught by those gunmen and being shot to death. Or should he say submachine gunmen? Because the more bullets there were, the higher probability there was for injury and death. And that led to increased tension and muscles always primed to react, run, defend or even kill, if necessary. But always in self-defense. Always in reaction to what others did. Or tried to do.
Rory reached down and turned th
