Chapter 32
Brull pulled over several hundred yards away from the hotel on the opposite side to see the front entrance. The early morning sun cast sharp shadows across the street, an occasional taxi or scooter hurtled by, and birds scavenged at a heap of rubbish on the sidewalk. From their vantage point, they could see a group of men play cards on a table down a side street. A boy of around nine or ten raced a bicycle up and down past the card players.
“What are the chances of police having been here?” Frank asked. He was thinking about the chase through the kitchens and the gunshot. The hotel would surely have called the police.
Brull laughed. “It is early. There’ll be no police here. But maybe in an hour, they come.”
They watched as a trio of tourists came out of the hotel entrance an
