THIRTEEN
Lyla wasn’t particularly hungry, but if she didn’t eat something now, she’d get hungry later and she didn’t like to eat late. It was already approaching nine PM, way later than she’d usually have dinner. But the day had run late and then they’d done interviews after their briefing about the next few days. So time had just gotten away from her.
She’d gone into the living room to try to find the room service menu, but stopped to consider whether she could order anything or if maybe that would look suspicious. If she was really sick, she wouldn’t be ordering dinner, would she? She wouldn’t be in the mood to eat.
Maybe if she just picked something light or—
The suite door opened, which was weird. No one should be coming in. Everyone should be busy downstairs.
Spinning around, she
