Chapter 41
RYAN WAS NERVOUS. HE’D carefully prepared the scene, but this was a unique environment for one of his kills. Ryan had so far operated in deserted, out-of-the-way places, but now he was in a room at the Grand Hyatt, a swanky and public place. He’d been careful—booked the room under a false name, paid in cash and checked in late at night, wearing a realistic flesh latex mask of an old man.
Ryan picked up the phone, dialled housekeeping and asked to speak to the night manager. ‘Hello? Can I help you, Sir?’ came the silky smooth voice on the other end of the phone, instantly getting Ryan’s hackles up.
‘Yes, please,’ replied Ryan. ‘I’ve got a maintenance problem up here that I need you to come and look at. I need you, someone experienced, not one of your junior staff.’
‘Of course
