CHAPTER NINE
A violent earthquake rolled the suite bedroom as Marais fell forward—mashing the two prostitutes into the sheets below them. The impact was powerful enough to shake him out of his drug-induced buzz.
“What the f**k was that?” Marais said.
“Hey!”
He pushed their bodies further into the bed and glanced towards one of the windows. There was somewhat of an orange glow outside.
“Franz.”
The bedroom door burst open as Sheytler entered.
“What was that?” Marais went on.
“I don’t know. Something’s going on downstairs. We have to get out of here.”
Marais followed him back into the suite’s main area. Jacob was standing at the opened French doors, holding a walkie-talkie.
“What the hell’s going on out there, Jacob?” Marais asked.
“Ground level’s saying the building’s on fire. B
