It’s already 7:00PM by the time Andrea arrives back at the staff dormitories. It’s still raining outside and the storm shows no sign of relenting. Though the weather is terrible, the guests at the hotel are just as determined to seek entertainment and pleasure as ever. The waiters rushing out of the dormitory to work seem to be on their way to the battlefield. As the night gets later, the frenzy increases.
After taking a shower, putting on her new underwear and nightgown, and drying her hair, Andrea falls into bed. As soon as she closes her eyes a man’s face flashes across her mind. It’s the man who kidnapped her on the plane. Though she only got a brief glimpse of his face before she was blindfolded, she remembers it perfectly.
“He snatched the ring Charles gave me,” she thinks, “No mat
