The night passed uneventfully. The next morning, as they followed the bellboy down to the lobby, they found the others waiting for them.
Francis was speaking as they approached. Dembe nodded slowly as he listened politely. Silas on the other hand, was shaking his head sorrowfully , a look of disbelief on his handsome face.
“Where’s Mark?” Red asked as he and Liz neared the group, his expression more than guarded. “And what’s wrong?”
“Mark is staying another day to finalize a deal with Anthony Burke and Ms. Toscani.” Dembe replied.
Red’s expression slipped a tad, grateful that Dembe had the good sense to not use the woman’s name.
Lexa.
“As for what’s wrong...” Silas sighed, “he’s telling us about...” the guard searched for the proper description, “how he f****d up.” the man spared
