A short moment later, Orla, attired in a room service uniform, knocked on the door to 25B. “Room service,” she said.
“I didn’t order anything,” Zen’s voice came from inside the room.
“You have a package, sir,” Orla said.
Zen cracked the door, the inside chain lock still engaged. “From whom?”
Orla looked at the handwritten note. “Madeline, sir.”
Zen frowned. “Give it to me,” he said and reached his hand out through the gap only wide enough to fit his fist. The package was too big to fit through. “Put it on the floor,” he said.
“Of course, sir.” Orla put the package on the floor and disappeared from Zen’s sight.
He waited for a few seconds. The corridor was quiet, so he opened the inside lock and opened the door wider. Before he could step outside, Lorcan kicked the door in hard. It s
