Chapter Thirty-Five
Sergeant Andrews sat in his chair, fast asleep.
After nearly eight years in the military, and the last ten months continuously serving near the frontlines, how could anybody expect the old soldier not to fall asleep when seated in a comfortable chair near a window with warm afternoon sunshine streaming through?
This was, of course, exactly what Andrews wanted everyone to think.
Eyes closed, sitting in his chair in his worn out uniform, he played possum. He’d noticed on the first day that the few guests to enter the hotel’s tiny foyer gave him a wide berth or looked at him nervously, as though he were a spider in a web waiting to pounce, which, now that he thought about it, was exactly what he was.
He’d come up with the idea of faking being asleep after he actually
