anyoneThe previous night after they"d eaten, she had watched as Grant unpacked the rest of the equipment cases before gruffly stating that he was “hitting the sack.” He had risen from bed at ten the following morning and staggered his way to the small kitchenette, rubbing the sleep from his reddened eyes with the heel of his hand and tightening the belt of his dressing gown around him.
“Relax,” he told her as his eyes focused on his first coffee of the day. It was good, hot, strong and sweet. “There"s no point jumping up and down and running around just yet, at least not until we get something concrete from London. Take it easy, and for God"s sake get me another cup of coffee.”
They decided to use the waiting time wisely and get out and “get the lay of the land,” as Grant put it. “We nee
