16. City Sights
I headed to the front desk and drummed my fingers on the counter. When the man on the other side looked up I said, “Hi, I have a reservation for Malakh.”
He typed the name into the computer and scanned what came up on the screen.
“Yes, Mrs Malakh, here we are. The penthouse suite.”
He doesn’t do things in half measures, I thought.
The room was already paid for — that figures — and when I’d signed in the clerk handed me a card to access the room.
“Do you require any help with your bags, Mrs Malakh?” he enquired.
“No, my husband,” I pointed to Danny, who was waiting for me near the elevator, “has it all taken care of.”
“Enjoy your stay, Mrs Malakh.”
“Thank you, I’m sure we will.”
I forced myself to walk slowly back to Danny. Inside I was dying to see the penthouse s
