After Miles Donovan was led by the waiter into the third-floor suite, he scanned the room, then sat on the bed edge, pulled his phone, sent a message.
“Boss—I’m here. Ready to make contact.”
“Yeah.” Quick reply.
With permission, Miles dialed Sebastian’s number. “Yeah?”
“Hello, Miles.” Sebastian had learned the name from previous contacts. “We’re at Nuke Duo Entertainment City.”
“Where exactly?” Miles asked.
“Second floor private room.”
Miles licked his lips, sitting in the dark room, paused long before replying. “Come to third floor suite 09.”
“Good.”
“Yeah.”
Call ended.
Miles walked to the door, peered through the peephole at the opposite suite 09.
…
Second floor private room.
Sebastian pocketed the phone, turned to Julian and Victor. “He’s here—third floor.”
“We agreed thi
