When the mirrored doors slide shut and I see my reflection, I’m surprised the nice front desk man didn’t call the police. I look like I’ve just broken out of prison.
The room is well appointed with elegant furniture and is much larger than I expected. I suppose I should’ve asked the price, but when one is dealing with the discovery that her ex-husband has kidnappers on his payroll and her lover has a stockpile of weapons in his apartment that could rival that of a small country’s, commonplace things like money don’t seem quite so important.
Maybe I’ll send Chris the bill.
Leaving my suitcase inside the entryway, I throw my purse onto the bed, then yank the curtains shut over the windows. I could care less about the gorgeous view of the Eiffel Tower right now, and the suspicion that some
