CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Steel had unpacked. He had a disappointed look on his face as the suitcase contained only clothes and toiletries. He decided to get some sleep before breakfast, as there was nothing he could do until the daytime. He’d asked for a morning call at seven o’clock and ordered room service and a map of the city.
At seven sharp, there was a knock at the door, and a woman informed him it was room service. Steel yawned and stretched off, almost unwilling to leave the comforts of the bed. He walked over and opened the door. Before him stood a man dressed in a hotel uniform with a service trolley—and, most importantly, breakfast.
He let the man in and tipped him on the way out. The cart was packed: a silver coffee pot and china cup and saucer, mixed fruits, bread, jams, and under
