CHAPTER NINE
MICH DROPPED THE NAIL-sized drive onto the bed and glanced around the sterile suite with a practiced eye. She’d stayed in a lot of hotel rooms once upon a time; she recognized the layout and knew what made a room more comfortable. Window on the south side, queen bed, altranet access including the movie and serial database and, most importantly, a giant bath. She needed a few hours to herself. In silence. Alone. So she’d rented a room for half a day. Initially she’d planned on taking a nap, where she could sleep without having to look over her shoulder. Fallout from The Clinic heightened her need for security. Shortly she’d be on a ship, enclosed in a small unescapable space with two unknown men. This would be her last chance for a solid safe sleep. Now that she was here, howe
