SixteenThursday, August 7th 2014,
London
Ruddy jumped out of the elevator pushing away a politician and his mistress. His heart was pumping, he was in a panic. Followed by shouts of disapproval he reached the reception where the night manager already had his full attention on the young disturber of the peace.
“Can I help you, sir?” The bold man said with a calm voice. The night manager was the type of Englishman that if told that the world was about to explode his reaction would have been to make himself a cup of tea and put on his favorite gramophone record for as long as he had left. Any signs of emotion were ripped from his system by his lacking in personality parents at a very young age.
Ruddy gasped a few times to restore his breathing and said, “In our room … something happened …
