William
The hotel I had been shoved in was not one I would have chosen for myself. Fortunately, and unfortunately, Lee had arranged it. The arrogant prick had the nerve to book me somewhere barely passable as a two-star hotel. But as things stood, I would manage it.
Rapid Italian was spoken at me as soon as I entered. The manager walked me to my room with a wide smile on his face. He had that typical Italian look—a massive mustache, muddy brown eyes, and skin slightly sun-worn from being so far south. I supposed he was trying to be pleasant, waving his hands wildly in front of me in that stereotypical Italian way.
After a while, I barely knew what the hell he was talking about. “Okay,” I said finally, managing to get a word in.
“So, what time will he be here?” The i***t had the nerve t
