CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Remi turned on the flashlight on her phone and rushed to the door of her room.
She got into the hallway just as Daniel opened his door. They ended up shining their flashlights in each other’s faces.
“Ah! Get that out of my eyes!” she said.
“You do the same,” Daniel said, putting his hand over his face. Remi saw he was holding his g*n, no doubt drawn the instant he was left in the darkness with Peeters. Remi couldn’t blame him. She sure wouldn’t want to be in a dark room with that worm.
“What’s going on?” Peeters demanded from inside the room.
Daniel turned to him. “Just sit tight, Signor Peeters. You, Antonio, go down and see what’s happening while I stay with him. Our man downstairs isn’t picking up.”
“All right,” the Italian officer said in English.
“Check on
