Chapter 19
Soon after arriving in Madrid, Pasha entered the lobby in the Hotel Florida. He paused to let his eyes adjust to the lighting. Stepping out of the foot traffic, he glanced around the room. Clusters of men and women gathered around high-top tables, drinks in hand. He listened to the nearest group, deciding they were all trying to outdo each other, something about scoops.
Leaning against a wall, he was annoyed when a woman brushed by. Then he realized it was the brush past he was waiting for. On cue, the woman walked to a high table and took off her beret. Unloosened, her dark red hair spread over her shoulders. It was the signal he was waiting for.
Pasha walked to her table.
“Disculpe, señorita. Can you tell me where the telephone is?”
“Estoy casada, llamame Señora. I’m wait
