Chapter Thirty
It had been two hours, and they had not been able to locate Zen and Jo. “Unless you can see through walls, I don’t think staring at the building will help,” Lorcan teased.
“Do you have a better idea?”
“I think we should go straight in and ask.”
“Ask whether they have a guest who appears to have kidnapped someone and hidden said person in their room?”
“Well, the building is in the middle of Soho. Anything can happen here. But we can be a bit more subtle than that. Let’s go.”
Lorcan left the rooftop of the building. Orla muttered an objection but followed.
* * * *
The receptionist looked up from his computer. “May I help you?”
“What do you have available? We don’t have a reservation,” Lorcan said.
The receptionist glanced up and down at them. “We’re fully booked. I’m
