‘You won’t tell my boss, will you?’
‘Not a chance.’
She bashed more keys and looked up. ‘856 is in the name of Oliver Mosley.’
‘You’re kidding me?’
‘That’s what it says here.’ She swivelled the screen towards him.
‘I assume he didn’t check in today?’
She tapped some more and nodded. ‘Why are you so surprised, detective?’
‘No reason,’ he replied, though privately he was trying to figure out why a man would book a hotel room only a mile from his home and not stay there. He kept those ponderings to himself though. It would be remiss of him to reveal classified secrets to a stranger, even if she was pleasing to the eye.
‘How much does a VIP room cost?’
‘You’ve got me overflowing with curiousity.’ She tapped away furiously. ‘Two-hundred pounds per night standard rate,’ she snapped back
