CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tina pulled the chain and watched the force of water swilling around the decorative toilet bowl. She opened the door and crossed to the washbasins, conscious of a tall, blond man washing his hands a few basins to her left.
‘This is a first for me,’ he said.
Was he talking to her? She was not a hundred per cent sure.
‘I’m not used to sharing with woman.’ He looked at her.
Tina smiled. ‘It’s a first for me, too. Some of the graffiti is quite fruity.’
‘My name is Spartak.’ He approached her with his hand extended. ‘It is clean. I give you my word.’
Tina laughed and hastily dried hers on a paper towel. ‘Tina Small.’ They shook hands and she almost jolted from the electrical charge as her fine bones were encased by his palm.
‘Yes, I know who you are. I wanted to buy thi
