Ten years ago
It was nearly two in the afternoon. Si Daniels swirled the melting ice in his glass of Scotch. He perched awkwardly against the hotel bar, one hand on the counter, the other whiling away another hour on a single drink. Daniels" feet twitched anxiously, scuffing his old leather shoes against the parquet floor. Once upon a time, the shoes were a quality purchase, much like Daniels" suit and the semblance of a haircut he didn"t seem able to part with. But, like the Grandchester Hotel that housed him, they"d all seen better days. By chance the hotel had found itself on the right side of the border when the wall went up thirty years earlier. The cheap rooms and concrete views attracted a clientele more accustomed to life in the slums, needing a base of operation while they conned
