Steel had made it out of the building using a tradesmen"s entrance the cops had evidently forgotten about. He just strolled through the kitchen like he belonged there, and no one questioned him. Confidence was a significant part of blending. ‘If you look like you don’t fit in, chances are you don’t,’ he was always told by one of his teachers at the agency. Luckily, most of the waiter staff were wearing black, so Steel blended in nicely.
He walked into the prickly air. The temperature had dropped to around four degrees, causing his breath to turn to mist. His plans had soured but were not wholly ruined. ‘Always have a Plan B,’ his instructors used to say. So, Steel had learnt to have a Plan C and D, just in case B failed.
As he’d moved through the hotel, he’d spotted Sabine in the lobby;
