Chapter Twelve
It was nearly dark when Ian got another message, this time from Laura. It explained that the two women were in a taxi on their way back to the hotel and didn’t have any cash, so she needed him to meet them outside the lobby in about ten minutes.
Ian wondered what had become of the big pile of notes Laura had taken with her that morning, but his head was fuzzy with brandy so he simply followed her instructions.
The cab duly arrived and Laura got out. In one hand she had a bag that seemed to be full of the jeans and scarf she had been wearing when she left. Her other hand was trying to hold up the blue panties Ian had seen her wrecking earlier, by clutching at the loose waistband. The only other item of clothing in evidence was a see through blouse knotted above the navel,
