CHAPTER NINE
From the doorway, Elektra threw her key onto the bench and kicked her soaked backpack across the floorspace of the hotel room, hearing it thud against the wall; with the same foot, she reverse-kicked to slam the door behind her. She grabbed at her wet clothes, cursing with exasperation when they clung to her body, and threw them into a pile on the floor. Naked and cold she thumped herself down on the bed, the springs groaning in protest and sagging to accommodate her weight.
After her visit to Marielle, Elektra had been fired up enough to head straight to the Seine where she calculated Alain’s houseboat would be, but she needed more time to think. Instead, she headed back to the hotel, and although the rain had become heavy, she let it pelt her and could have dropped to her
