Chapter 19
This was definitely not a karaoke bar.
The richly designed Wine Bar featured a heavy dose of dark woods, veined marble and, what else, wine colored upholstery. Set off from the main lobby, the room was tastefully lit. Music was a backdrop, not an attraction. Molten Requiem would definitely not be playing here anytime soon. Or ever.
What I didn’t quite understand was why Toby would be meeting anyone here. This was not the sort of place you came for discreet, back-room meetings. It was bright. People came here to be seen, or just to get out of their hotel room. It wasn’t a bar made for secret handshakes and doomsday espionage.
Yet, here we were.
As we’d approached the hotel, Cliff had shifted all our appearances again, and we’d sauntered across the lobby in two groups. Ethan
