After thirty minutes, Steel emerged from the bathroom. The room smelt of cleaning sprays, and a fresh breeze blew through the open window.
He didn’t have much planned for the day, possibly a pleasant walk around the sites or a stroll along the beach. After all, he was on vacation. So, why should he have a schedule or plan?
That was until he looked over at his computer and saw the maid had left a brochure for the Montserrat Monastery. Steel picked up the thin folded brochure and opened it. A message was written in thick black ink: 15.00 today at the restaurant with a lower-level view.
15.00 today at the restaurant with a lower-level view.Steel screwed it up and tossed it into the wastebasket as he headed out the door. Before the door had time to lock, Steel returned and retrieved the pap
